4 Till that divine

Idea take a shrine

Of crystal flesh, through which to shine:

5 Meet you her, my wishes,

Bespeak her to my blisses,

And be ye call'd, my absent kisses.

6 I wish her beauty,

That owes not all its duty

To gaudy tire, or glist'ring shoe-tie;

7 Something more than

Taffeta or tissue can,

Or rampant feather, or rich fan;

8 More then the spoil

Of shop, or silkworms' toil,

Or a bought blush, or a set smile.

9 A face that's best

By its own beauty drest,

And can alone command the rest,

10 A face made up

Out of no other shop

Than what nature's white hand sets ope.

11 A cheek where youth,

And blood, with pen of truth,

Write what the reader sweetly ru'th.

12 A cheek where grows

More than a morning rose,

Which to no box his being owes.

13 Lips, where all day

A lover's kiss may play,

Yet carry nothing thence away.

14 Looks that oppress

Their richest tires, but dress

And clothe their simplest nakedness:

15 Eyes, that displace

The neighbour diamond, and out-face
That sunshine by their own sweet grace.

16 Tresses, that wear

Jewels but to declare

How much themselves more precious are;

17 Whose native ray

Can tame the wanton day

Of gems, that in their bright shades play:

18 Each ruby there,

Or pearl, that dare appear,

Be its own blush, be its own tear.

19 A well-tamed heart,

For whose more noble smart

Love may be long choosing a dart.

20 Eyes, that bestow

Full quivers on Love's bow,

Yet pay less arrows than they owe.

21 Smiles, that can warm

The blood, yet teach a charm
That chastity shall take no harm.

22 Blushes, that bin

The burnish of no sin,

Nor flames of ought too hot within.

23 Joys, that confess

Virtue their mistress,

And have no other head to dress.

24 Fears, fond and slight,

As the coy bride's, when night
First does the longing lover right.

25 Tears, quickly fled,

And vain, as those are shed
For a dying maidenhead.

26 Days, that need borrow

No part of their good morrow

From a fore-spent night of sorrow.

27 Days, that in spite

Of darkness, by the light

Of a clear mind are day all night.

28 Nights, sweet as they

Made short by lovers' play,

Yet long by th' absence of the day.

29 Life, that dares send

A challenge to his end,

And when it comes say, 'Welcome, friend.'

30 Sydneian showers.

Of sweet discourse, whose powers

Can crown old Winter's head with flowers.

31 Soft silken hours,

Open suns, shady bowers,

'Bove all, nothing within that lowers.

32 Whate'er delight

Can make day's forehead bright,
Or give down to the wings of night.

33 In her whole frame

Have Nature all the name,

Art and ornament the shame.

34 Her flattery,

Picture and poesy:

Her counsel her own virtue be.

35 I wish her store

Of worth may leave her poor

Of wishes; and I wish-no more.

36 Now if Time knows

That her, whose radiant brows

Weave them a garland of my vows;

37 Her whose just bays

My future hopes can raise

A trophy to her perfect praise;

38 Her that dares be

What these lines wish to see:

I seek no further-it is she.

39 'Tis she, and here

Lo! I unclothe and clear
My wishes' cloudy character.

40 May she enjoy it,

Whose merit dare apply it,

But modesty dares still deny it.

41 Such worth as this is

Shall fix my flying wishes,

And determine them to kisses.

42 Let her full glory,

My fancies, fly before ye;

Be ye my fictions, but her story.

CRASHAWE,

THE ANAGRAM, HE WAS CAR.'

WAS Car then Crashaw, or was Crashaw Car,
Since both within one name combined are?
Yes, Car's Crashaw, he Car; 'tis love alone
Which melts two hearts, of both composing one;
So Crashaw's still the same-so much desired
By strongest wits, so honour'd, so admired;
Car was but he that enter'd as a friend,

With whom he shared his thoughts, and did commend
(While yet he lived) this work; they loved each other:
Sweet Crashaw was his friend; he Crashaw's brother:
So Car hath title then; 'twas his intent

That what his riches penn'd poor Car should print;
Nor fears he check, praising that happy one
Who was beloved by all, dispraised by none.

To wit, being pleased with all things, he pleased all;
Nor would he give nor take offence; befall

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