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OUT OF MARTIAL.
Four teeth thou hadst that rank'd in goodly state,
Kept thy mouth's gate.
The second, none.
Thou cheat'st us, Ford ; mak’st one seem two by art : What is Love's Sacrifice but The Broken Heart ?
I would be married, but I'd have no wife ;
UPON THE FAIR ETHIOPIAN SENT TO A
Lo, here the fair Chariclia ! in whom strove
Now, after all her toils by sea and land,
may she but arrive at your white hand.
UPON VENUS PUTTING ON MARS'S ARMS.
What? Mars's sword ? fair Cytherea say,
UPON THE SAME.
Pallas saw Venus armed, and straight she cried,
ON NANUS MOUNTED UPON AN ANT.
High mounted on an ant, Nanus the tall
Steps to the Temple.
Casting the times with their strong signs,
Muse! now the servant of soft loves no more,
Hate is thy theme, and Herod, whose unblest Hand (O, what dares not jealous greatness ?) tore
A thousand sweet babes from their mothers' breast, The blooms of martyrdom. O, be a door
Of confessors; whose throats answering his swords,
Thou mighty branch of emperors and kings ;
Which with the Sun himself weighs equal wings;
Deign thou to wear this humble wreath that bows,
Other than what their own blest beauties bring ;
That drink the dew of life, whose deathless spring,
Suck hidden sweets, which, well digested, proves
Holds high the reign of fair Parthenope,
A name in noble deeds rival to thee!
The Tyrrhene Seas and shores sound all the same,
Below the bottom of the great Abyss,
There where one centre reconciles all things,
Mischief's old master : close about him clings
Hold the perverse prince in eternal ties
He fills a burnish'd throne of quenchless fire:
A gloomy mantle of dark flames; the tire
And to make up Hell's Majesty, each horn
Startle the dull air with a dismal red :
Of staring comets, that look kingdoms dead.
His breath Hell's lightning is : and each deep groan