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Look in thy soul, and thou shalt beauties find,
E TERNAL virgin, goddess true,
I ove, e'en great Jove hath leisure
Nor ber dishonour with thy passion base. A nd hears them oft with pleasure.
Enjoy the blessings you impart,
The peace, the milk, and honey, Make not her free will slave to vanity.
Humanity, and civil art,
A' richer dow'r than money. And when thou think'st of her eternity,
Think not that death against her nature is; Right glad am I that now I live, Think it a birth: and when thou go'st to die, E'en in these days whereto you give Sing like a swan, as if thou went'st to bliss.
G feat happiness and glory ;
If after you I should be born,
Being in the dark, where thou didst nothing see; A dmiring your sweet story.
To view the beams of thine own form divine,
I olly Spring doth enter;
Sweet young sun-beams do subdue
E very meadow flows with balm,
T he earth wears all her riches;
Reserve (sweet Spring) this nymph of ours,
In her shall last our state's fair spring,
Now and for ever flourishing,
As long as Heav'n is lasting.
TO THE SPRING.
TO THE MONTH OF MAY.
E ARLY before the day doth spring;
But whereunto shall we bend our lays ?
Each day of thine, sweet month of May,
Rudeness itself she doth refine,
TO ALL THE PRINCES OF EUROPL.
E UROPE, the Earth's sweet paradise:
TO THE LARK. E ARLY cheerful mounting lark, Light's gentle usher, morning's clark, I a merry notes delighting : Stiot awhile thy song, and hark, A od learn my new inditing. Bear up this hymn, to Heav'n it bear, E’en op to Heav'n, and sing it there, To Hear'n each morning bear it; Have it set to some sweet spbere, And let the angels hear it. Renown'd Astrea, that great name, Exceeding great in worth and fame, Great forth bath so renown'd it, It is Astrea's name I praise, Now then, sweet lark, do thou it raise, And in high Heaven resound it.
B rave princess of this civil age,
E MPRESS of Aow'rs, tell where away
TO THE NIGHTINGALE. Er'ay night from ev'n to morn, Love's chorister amid the thorn I s now so sweet a singer, So sweet, as for her song I scora A pollo's voice and finger. Bat nightingale, sith you delight E ver to watch the starry night, Tell all the stars of Heaven, Heaven never had a star so bright, AS DO# to Earth is given. Royal Astrea makes our day I. ternal with her beams, nor may Gruss darkness overcome her; ID# perceive why some do write, No country bath so sbort a night, Ås England bath in summer.
B eauty, Virtue, Majesty,
TO THE MONTH OF SEPTEMBER. Each month hath praise in some degree; L et May to others seem to be In sense the sweetest season ; September thou art best to me, And best doth please my reason.
TO THE ROSE. E ne of the garden, queen of flow'rs Late's cup wherein lie nectar's pow'rs, 1 ugender'd first of nectar: S reet norse-child of the spring's young hours, And beauty's fair character. Bles'd jewel that the Earth doth wear, L'en when the brave young Sun draws near, Te ber hot love pretending; Hinself likewise like form doth bear, Airising and descending. Rsse of the queen of love belov'd; England's great kings divinely, movid, Gare roses in their banner; It show'd that beauty's rose indeed, Now in this age should them succeed, A od reign in more sweet manner
B ut neither for thy corn nor wine
Eye of that mind most quick and clear,
E XTREME was his audacity,
B right image of an angel's wit,
Rebound upon thyself thy light,
OF HER MEMORY. E ICELLENT jewels would you see, Lovely ladies come with me, I sill (for love I owe you) Show you as rich a treasury, As east or west can show you. Bebold, if you can judge of it, E r'n tbat great store-house of her wit, T hat beautiful large table; H er memory, wherein is writ All koowledge admirable. Read this fair book, and you shall learn Exquisite skill; if you discern, G ain Heav'n by this discerning; In such a memory divine, Nature did form the Muses nine, And Pallas, queen of learning.
OF THE PASSIONS OF HER HEART. E xamine not th' inscrutable heart, Light Muse of her, though she in part Impart it to the subject; Search not, although from Heav'n thon art, A nd this an heav'nly object. B ut since she hath a heart, we know, E re some passions thence do flow, Though ever ruled with honour ; H er judgment reigns, they wait below, A nd fix their eyes upon her. Rectify'd so, they in their kind E ncrease each virtue of her mind, Govern'd with mild tranquillity; In all the regions under Heav'n, N o state doth bear itself so even, A nd with so sweet facility.
OP HER FANCY.
HYMN XXI. OF THE INNUMERABLE VIRTUES OF HER MIND. E re thou proceed in these sweet pains Learn, Muse, how many drops it rains In cold and moist December; S um up May flow'rs, and August's grains, A nd grapes of mild September.
E XQUISITE curiosity,
B ear the sea's sand in memory,
Recount these numbers numberless,
OF THE ORGANS OF HER MIND. Eclips's she is, and her bright rays Lie under veils, yet many ways Is her fair form revealed ; She diversely herself conveys, And cannot be concealed. By instruments her pow'rs appear Exceedingly well tun'd and clear : This lute is still in measure, Holds still in tune, e'en like a sphere, A nd yields the world sweet pleasure. Resolse me, Muse, how this thing is, E se a body like to this Gave Hear'n to earthly creature ? I am but fond this doubt to make, No doubt the angels bodies take, A bove our common nature.
OF HER WISDOM. E aGlz-ey'd Wisdom, life's load-star, Looking near on things afar; I ove's best belov'd daughter, Shows to her spirit all that are, A s Jove himself bath taught her. By this straight rule she rectifies Each thought that in her heart doth rise: This is her clear true mirror, Her looking-glass, wherein she spies A ll forms of truth and errour. Right princely virtue fit to reign, Enthroniz'd in her spirit remain, Guiding our fortunes ever; If we this star once cease to see, No doubt our state will shipwreck'd be, A ud torn and sunk for ever.