others readier are Now that he speaks are complemental speeches That never go off but below the breeches Of him he doth salute while he doth wring And with some loose French words which he doth string Windeth about the arms the legs and sides Most serpent-like of any man that bides His indirect approach which being done Almost without an introduction If he have heard but any bragging French Boast of the favour of some noble Wench He 'll swear 't was he did her Graces possess And damn his own soul for the wickedness Of other men strangest of all in that But I am weary to describe you what E're this you can As for the little fry That all along the street turn up the eye At every thing they meet that have not yet Seen that swoln vitious Queen Margaret Who were a monster ev'n without her sin Nor the Italian Comedies wherein Women play Boys I cease to write To end this Satyre and bid thee good night Sept. 1608. I must depart but like to his last breath That leaves the seat of life for liberty I go but dying and in this our death Where soul and soul is parted it is I The deader part yet fly away While she alas in whom before I liv'd dyes her own death and more I feeling mine too much and her own stay But since I must depart and that our love Springing at first but in an earthly mould Transplanted to our souls now doth remove Earthly effects what time and distance would Nothing now can our loves allay Though as the better Spirits will That both love us and know our ill We do not either all the good we may Thus when our souls that must immortal be For our loves cannot dye nor we unless We dye not both together shall be free Unto their open and eternal peace Sleep Death's Embassadour and best Image doth yours often so show That I thereby must plainly know Death unto us must be freedom and rest May 1608. Madrigal HOw should I love my best What though my love unto that height be grown That taking joy in you alone I utterly this world detest Should I not love it yet as th' only place Where Beauty hath his perfect grace And is possest But I beauties despise You universal beauty seem to me Giving and shewing form and degree To all the rest in your fair eyes Yet should I not loâ—â— them as parts whereon Your beauty their perfection And top doth rise But ev'n my self I hate So far my love is from the least delight That at my very self I spite Sensless of any happy state Yet may I not wiâ—h justest reason fear How hating hers â— truly her Can celebrate Thus unresolved still Although world life nay what is fair beside I cannot for your sake abide Methinks I love not to my fill Yet if a greater love you can devise In loving you some otherwise Believe't I will Another DEar when I did from you remove I left my Joy but not my Love That never can depart It neither higher can ascend Nor lower bend Fixt in the center of my heart As in his place And lodged so how can it change Or you grow strange Those are earth's properties and base Each where as the bodies divine Heav'ns lights and you to me will shine To his Friend Ben Johnson of his Horace made English 'T Was not enough Ben Johnson to be thought Of English Poets best but to have brought In greater state to their acquaintance one So equal to himself and thee that none Might be thy second while thy Glory is To be the Horace of our times and his Epitaph Caecil Boulser quae post languescentem morbum non sine inquietudine spiritus conscientiae obiit MEthinks Death like one laughing lyes Shewing his teeth shutting his eys Only thus to have found her here He did with so much reason fear And she despise For barring all the gates of sin Death's open wayes to enter in She was with a strict siege beset To what by force he could not get By time to win This mighty Warrior was deceived yet For what he muting in her powers thought Was but their zeal And what by their excess might have been wrought Her fasts did heal Till that her noble soul by these as wings Transcending the low pitch of earthly things As b'ing reliev'd by God and set at large And grown by this worthy a higher charge Triumphing over Death to Heaven fled And did not dye but left her body dead July 1609. Epitaph Guli Herbert de Swansey qui sine prole obiit Aug. 1609. GReat Spirit that in new ambition Stoop'd not below his merit But with his proper worth being carry'd on Stoop'd at no second place till now in one He doth all place inherit Live endless here in such brave memory The best tongue cannot spot it While they which knew or but have heard of thee Must never hope thy like again can be Since thou hast not begot it In a Glass-Window for Inconstancy LOve of this clearest frailest Glass Divide the properties so as In the division may appear Clearness for me frailty for her Elegy for the Prince MUst he be ever dead Cannot we add Another life unto that Prince that had Our souls laid up in him Could not our love Now when he left us make that body move After his death one Age And keep unite That frame wherein our souls did so delight For what are souls but love Since they do know Only for it and can no further go Sense is the Soul of Beasts because none can Proceed so far as t' understand like Man And if souls be more where they love then where They animate why did it not appear In keeping him alive Or how is fate Equal to us when one man 's private hate May ruine Kingdoms when he will expose Himself to certain death and yet all those Not keep alive this Prince who now is gone Whose loves would give thousands of lives for one Do we then dye in him only as we May in the worlds harmonique body see An universally diffused soul Move in the parts which moves not in the whole So though we rest with him we do appear To live and stir a while as if he were Still quick'ning us Or do perchance we live And know it not See we not Autumn give Back to the earth again what it receiv'd In th' early Spring And may not we deceiv'd Think that those powers are dead which do but sleep And the world's soul doth reunited keep And though this Autumn gave what never more Any Spring can unto the world restore May we not be deceiv'd and think we know Our selves for dead Because that we are so Unto each other when as yet we live A life his love and memory doth give Who was our worlds soul and to whom we are So reunite that in him we repair All other our affections ill bestow'd Since by this love
make them known as well as if reveal'd Such as contain the kind and difference And all the properties arising thence All praises else as more or less then due Will prove or strongly false or weakly true Having deliver'd now what praises are It rests that I should to the world declare Thy praises DVNN whom I so lov'd alive That with my witty Carew I should strive To celebrate the dead did I not need A language by it self which should exceed All those which are in use For while I take Those common words which men may even rake From Dunghil-wits I find them so defil'd Slubber'd and false as if they had exil'd Truth and propriety such as do tell So little other things they hardly spell Their proper meaning and therefore unfit To blazon forth thy merits or thy wit Nor will it serve that thou did'st so refine Matter with words that both did seem divine When thy breath utter'd them for thou b'ing gone They streight did follow thee Let therefore none Hope to find out an Idiom and sence Equal to thee and to thy Eminence Unless our Gracious King give words their bound Call in false titles which each where are found In Prose and Verse and as bad Coin and light Suppress them and their values till the right Take place and do appear and then in lieu Of those forg'd Attributes stamp some anew Which being currant and by all allow'd In Epitaphs and Tombs might be avow'd More then their Escocheons Mean while because Nor praise is yet confined to its Laws Nor rayling wants his proper dialect Let thy detraction thy late life detect And though they term all thy heat frowardness Thy solitude self-pride fasts niggardness And on this false supposal would inferr They teach not others right themselves who err Yet as men to the adverse part do ply Those crooked things which they would rectifie So would perchance to loose and wanton Man Such vice avail more then their vertues can The Brown Beauty 1. WHile the two contraries of Black and White In the Brown Phaie are so well unite That they no longer now seem opposite Who doubts but love hath this his colour chose Since he therein doth both th' extremes compose And as within their proper Centre close 2. Therefore as it presents not to the view That whitely raw and unconcocted hiew Which Beauty Northern Nations think the true So neither hath it that adust aspect The Moor and Indian so much affect That for it they all other do reject 3. Thus while the White well shadow'd doth appear And black doth through his lustre grow so clear That each in other equal part doth bear All in so rare proportion is combin'd That the fair temper which adorns her mind Is even to her outward form confin'd 4. Phaie your Sexes honour then so live That when the World shall with contention strive To whom they would a chief perfection give They might the controversie so decide As quitting all extreams on either side You more then any may be dignify'd An Ode upon a Question moved Whether Love should continue for ever HAving interr'd her Infant-birth The watry ground that late did mourn Was strew'd with flow'rs for the return Of the wish'd Bridegroom of the earth The well accorded Birds did sing Their hymns unto the pleasant time And in a sweet consorted chime Did welcom in the chearful Spring To which soft whistles of the Wind And warbling murmurs of a Brook And vari'd notes of leaves that shook An harmony of parts did bind While doubling joy unto each other All in so rare consent was shown No happiness that came alone Nor pleasure that was not another When with a love none can express That mutually happy pair Melander and Celinda fair The season with their loves did bless Walking thus towards a pleasant Grove Which did it seem'd in new delight The pleasures of the time unite To give a triumph to their love They stay'd at last and on the Grass Reposed so as o'r his breast She bow'd her gracious head to rest Such a weight as no burden was While over eithers compass'd waste Their folded arms were so compos'd As if in straitest bonds inclos'd They suffer'd for joys they did taste Long their fixt eyes to Heaven bent Unchanged they did never move As if so great and pure a love No Glass but it could represent When with a sweet though troubled look She first brake silence saying Dear friend O that our love might take no end Or never had beginning took I speak not this with a false heart Wherewith his hand she gently strain'd Or that would change a love maintain'd With so much love on either part Nay I protest though Death with his Worst Counsel should divide us here His terrors could not make me fear To come where your lov'd presence is Only if loves fire with the breath Of life be kindled I doubt With our last air 't will be breath'd out And quenched with the cold of death That if affection be a line Which is clos'd up in our last hour Oh how 't would grieve me any pow'r Could force so dear a love as mine She scarce had done when his shut eyes An inward joy did represent To hear Celinda thus intent To a love he so much did prize Then with a look it seem'd deny'd All earthly pow'r but hers yet so As if to her breath he did ow This borrow'd life he thus repli'd O you wherein they say Souls rest Till they descend pure heavenly fires Shall lustful and corrupt desires With your immortal seed be blest And shall our Love so far beyond That low and dying appetite And which so chast desires unite Not hold in an eternal bond Is it because we should decline And wholly from our thoughts exclude Objects that may the sense delude And study only the Divine No sure for if none can ascend Ev'n to the visible degree Of things created how should we The invisible comprehend Or rather since that Pow'r exprest His greatness in his works alone B'ing here best in 's Creatures known Why is he not lov'd in them best But is 't not true which you pretend That since our love and knowledge here Only as parts of life appear So they with it should take their end O no Belov'd I am most sure Those vertuous habits we acquire As being with the Soul intire Must with it evermore endure For if where sins and vice reside We find so foul a guilt remain As never dying in his stain Still punish'd in the Soul doth bide Much more that true and real joy Which in a vertuous love is found Must be more solid in its ground Then Fate or Death can e'r destroy Else should our Souls in vain elect And vainer yet were Heavens laws When to an everlasting Cause They gave a perishing Effect Nor here on earth then nor above Our good affection can impair For where God doth admit the fair Think you that
is The sad Non Vltra of Mans Bliss The Back of this most pretious Frame Holds up in Majesty the same Where to make Musick to all Hearts Love bound the descant of her parts Though all this Beauties Temple be There 's known within no Deity Save Vertues shrin'd within her Will As I began so say I still I sing her Worth and Praises Ey Of whom a Poet cannot ly To her Face FAtal Aspect that hast an Influence More powerful far than those Immortal Fires That but incline the Will and move the Sense Which thou alone constrain'st kindling Desires Of such an holy force as more inspires The Soul with Knowledge than Experience Or Revelation can do with all Their borrow'd helps Sacred Astonishment Sits on thy Brow threatning a sudden fall To all those Thoughts that are not lowly sent In wonder and amaze dazling that Eye Which on those Mysteries doth rudely gaze Vow'd only unto Loves Divinity Sure Adam sinn'd not in that spotless Face To her Body REgardful Presence whose fix'd Majesty Darts Admiration on the gazing Look That brings it not State sits inthron'd in thee Divulging forth her Laws in the fair Book Of thy Commandements which none mistook That ever humbly came therein to see Their own unworthiness Oh! how can I Enough admire that Symmetry exprest In new proportions which doth give the Ly To that Arithmetique which hath profest All Numbers to be Hers thy Harmony Comes from the Spheres and there doth prove Strange measures so well grac'd as Majesty It self like thee would rest like thee would move To her Mind EXalted Mind whose Character doth bear The first Idea of Perfection whence Adam's came and stands so how canst appear In words that only tell what here-Tofore hath been thou need'st as deep a sence As prophecy since there 's no difference In telling what thou art and what shall be Then pardon me that Rapture do profess At thy outside that want for what I see Description if here amaz'd I cease Thus Yet grant one Question and no more crav'd under Thy gracious leave How if thou would'st express Thy self to us thou should'st be still a wonder Thus ends my Love but this doth grieve me most That so it ends but that ends too this yet Besides the Wishes hopes and time I lost Troubles my mind awhile that I am set Free worse then deny'd I can neither boast Choice nor success as my Case is nor get Pardon from my self that I loved not A better Mistress or her worse this Debt Only's her due still that she be forgot Ere chang'd lest I love none this done the taint Of soul Inconstancy is clear'd at least In me there only rests but to unpaint Her form in my mind that so dispossest It be a Temple but without a Saint Vpon Combing her Hair BReaking from under that thy cloudy Vail Open and shine yet more shine out more clear Thou glorious golden-beam-darting hair Even till my wonderstrucken Senses fail Shoot out in light and shine those Rays on far Thou much more fair than is the Queen of Love When she doth comb her in her Sphere above And from a Planet turns a Blazing-Star Nay thou art greater too more destiny Depends on thee then on her influence No hair thy fatal hand doth now dispence But to some one a thred of life must be While gracious unto me thou both dost sunder Those Glories which if they united were Might have amazed sense and shew'st each hair Which if alone had been too great a wonder And now spread in their goodly length sh ' appears No Creature which the earth might call her own But rather one that in her gliding down Heav'ns beams did crown to shew us she was theirs And come from thence how can they fear times rage Which in his power else on earth most strange Such Golden treasure doth to Silver change By that improper Alchimy of Age. But stay me-thinks new Beauties do arise While she withdraws these Glories which were spread Wonder of Beauties set thy radiant head And strike out day from thy yet fairer eyes Ditty in imitation of the Spanish Entre tantoque L' Avril NOw that the April of your youth adorns The Garden of your face Now that for you each knowing Lover mourns And all seek to your Grace Do not repay affection with Scorns What though you may a matchless Beauty vaunt And that all Hearts can move By such a power as seemeth to inchant Yet without help of Love Beauty no pleasure to it self can grant Then think each minute that you lose a day The longest Youth is short The shortest Age is long time flies away And makes us but his sport And that which is not Youth's is Age's prey See but the bravest Horse that prideth most Though he escape the Warr Either from master to the man is lost Or turn'd unto the Carr Or else must die with being ridden Post Then lose not beauty Lovers time and all Too late your fault you see When that in vain you would these dayes recall Nor can you vertuous be When without these you have not wherewithall The State-progress of Ill. I Say 't is hard to write Satyrs Though Ill Great'ned in his long course and swelling still Be now like to a Deluge yet as Nile 'T is doubtful in his original this while We may thus much on either part presume That what so universal are must come From causes great and far Now in this state Of things what is least like Good men hate Since 't will be the less sin I do see Some Ill requir'd that one poison might free The other so States to their Greatness find No faults requir'd but their own and bind The rest And though this be mysterious still Why should we not examine how this Ill Did come at first how 't keeps his greatness here When 't is disguis'd and when it doth appear This Ill having some Atttibutes of God As to have made it self and bear the rod Of all our punishments as it seems came Into the world to rule it and to tame The pride of Goodness and though his Reign Great in the hearts of men he doth maintain By love not right he yet the tyrant here Though it be him we love and God we fear Pretence yet wants not that it was before Some part of Godhead as Mercy that store For Souls grown Bankrupt their first stock of Grace And that which the sinner of the last place Shall number out unless th' Highest will shew Some power not yet reveal'd to Man below But that I may proceed and so go on To trace Ill in his first progression And through his secret'st wayes and where that he Had left his nakedness as well as we And did appear himself I note that in Gradus melisunt quo Peccamus nobis The yet infant-world how mischief and sin Gradus melisunt quo Nocemus aliis His Agents here on earth easie known Are now conceal'd
you did give 1618. Melander suppos'd to love Susan but did love Ann. WHo doth presume my Mistress's name to scan Goes about more then any way he can Since all men think that it is Susan Echo Ann. What say'st Then tell who is as white as Swan While others set by her are pale and wan Then Echo speak Is it not Susan Ec. Ann. Tell Echo yet whose middle's but a span Some being gross as bucket round as pan Say Echo then Is it not Susan Ec. Ann. Say is she not soft as meal without bran Though yet in great hast once from me she ran Must I not however love Susan Ec. Ann. Echo to a Rock THou heaven-threat'ning Rock gentler then she Since of my pain Thou still more sensible wilt be Only when thou giv'st leave but to complain Echo Complain But thou dost answer too although in vain Thou answer'st when thou canst no pity show Echo Oh. What canst thou speak and pity too Then yet a further favour do And tell if of my griefs I any end shall know Echo No. Since she will pity him that loves her so truly Echo You ly Vile Rock thou now grow'st so unruly That had'st thou life as thou hast voice Thou should'st dye at my foot Echo Dye at my foot Thou canst not make me do 't Unless thou leave it to my choice Who thy hard sentence shall fulfill When thou shalt say I dye to please her only will Echo I will When she comes hither then I pray thee tell Thou art my Monument and this my last farewell Echo Well Echo in a Church WHen shall my troubled soul at large Discharge The burden of her sins oh where Echo Here. Whence comes this voice I hear Who doth this grace afford If it be thou O Lord Say if thou hear my prayers when I call Echo All. And wilt thou pity grant when I do cry Echo I. Then though I fall Thy Grace will my defects supply But who will keep my soul from ill Quench bad desires reform my Will Echo I will O may that will and voice be blest Which yields such comforts unto one distrest More blessed yet would'st thou thy self unmask Or tell at least who undertakes this task Echo Ask. Since now with crying I am grown so weak I shall want force even to crave thy name O speak before I wholly weary am Echo I am To his Mistress for her true Picture DEath my lifes Mistress and the soveraign Queen Of all that ever breath'd though yet unseen My heart doth love you best yet I confess Your picture I beheld which doth express No such eye-taking beauty you seem lean Unless you 'r mended since Sure he did mean No honour to you that did draw you so Therefore I think it false Besides I know The picture Nature drew which sure 's the best Doth figure you by sleep and sweetest rest Sleep nurse of our life care's best reposer Natures high'st rapture and the vision giver Sleep which when it doth seize us souls go play And make Man equal as he was first day Yet some will say Can pictures have more life Then the original To end this strife Sweet Mistress come and shew your self to me In your true form while then I think to see Some beauty Angelick that comes t' unlock My bodies prison and from life unyoke My well divorced soul and set it free To liberty eternal Thus you see I find the Painters error and protect Your absent beauties ill drawn by th' effect For grant it were your work and not the Graves Draw Love by Madness then Tyrants by Slaves Because they make men such Dear Mistress then If you would not be seen by owl-ey'd Men Appear at noon i' th' Air with so much light The Sun may be a Moon the Day a Night Clear to my Soul but dark'ning the weak sense Of those the other Worlds Cimmeriens And in your fatal Robe imbroidered With Starr-characters teaching me to read The destiny of Mortals while your clear brow Presents a Majesty to instruct me how To love or dread nought else May your bright hair Which are the threds of life fair crown'd appear With that your Crown of Immortality In your right hand the Keys of Heaven be In th' other those of the Infernal Pit Whence none retires if once he enter it And here let me complain how few are those Whose souls you shall from earth's vast dungeon lose To endless happiness few that attend You the true Guide unto their journeys end And if old Vertue 's way narrow were 'T is rugged now having no passenger Our life is but a dark and stormy night To which sense yields a weak and glimmering light While wandring Man thinks he discerneth all By that which makes him but mistake and fall He sees enough who doth his darkness see These are great lights by which less dark'ned be Shine then Sun-bright or through my senses vail A day-star of the light doth never fail Shew me that Goodness which compounds the strife 'Twixt a long sickness and a weary life Set forth that Justice which keeps all in aw Certain and equal more then any Law Figure that happy and eternal Rest Which till Man do enjoy he is not blest Come and appear then dear Soul-ravisher Heav'ns lightest Usher Man's deliverer And do not think when I new beauties see They can withdraw my settled love from thee Flesh-beauty strikes me not at all I know When thou do'st leave them to the grave they show Worse then they now show thee they shal not move In me the least part of delight or love But as they teach your power Be the nut brown The loveliest colour which the flesh doth crown I 'll think it like a Nut a fair outside Within which Worms and rottenness abide If fair then like the Worm it self to be If painted like their slime and sluttery If any yet will think their beauties best And will against you spite of all contest Seize them with Age so in themselves they 'l hate What they scorn'd in your picture and too late See their fault and the Painters Yet if this Which their great'st plague and wrinkled torture is Please not you may to the more wicked sort Or such as of your praises make a sport Denounce an open warr send chosen bands Of Worms your souldiers to their fairest hands And make them lep'rous-scabb'd upon their face Let those your Pioneers Ring-worms take their place And safely near with strong approaches got Intrench it round while their teeths rampire rot With other Worms may with a damp inbred Sink to their senses which they shall not dead And thus may all that e'r they prided in Confound them now As for the parts within Send Gut-worms which may undermine a way Unto their vital parts and so display That your pale Ensign on the walls then let Those Worms your Veteranes which never yet Did fail enter Pel mel and ransack all Just as they see the
he excludeth Love These eyes again then eyes shall see And hands again these hands enfold And all chast pleasures can be told Shall with us everlasting be For if no use of sense remain When bodies once this life forsake Or they could no delight partake Why should they ever rise again And if every imperfect mind Make love the end of knowledge here How perfect will our love be where All imperfection is refin'd Let then no doubt Celinda touch Much less your fairest mind invade Were not our souls immortal made Our equal loves can make them such So when one wing can make no way Two joyned can themselves dilate So can two persons propagate When singly either would decay So when from hence we shall be gone And be no more nor you nor I As one anothers mystery Each shall be both yet both but one This said in her up-lifted face Her eyes which did that beauty crown Were like two starrs that having faln down Look up again to find their place While such a moveless silent peace Did seize on their becalmed sense One would have thought some Influence Their ravish'd spirits did possess The Green-Sickness Beauty 1. THough the pale white within your cheeks compos'd And doubtful light unto your eye confin'd Though your short breath not from it self unloos'd And careless motions of your equal mind Argue your beauties are not all disclos'd 2. Yet as a rising beam when first 't is shown Points fairer then when it ascends more red Or as a budding Rose when first 't is blown Smells sweeter far then when it is more spread As all things best by principles are known 3. So in your green and flourishing estate A beauty is discern'd more worthy love Then that which further doth it self dilate And those degrees of variation prove Our vulgar wits so much do celebrate 4. Thus though your eyes dart not that piercing blaze Which doth in busie Lovers looks appear It is because you do not need to gaze On other object then your proper sphere Nor wander further then to run that maze 5. So if you want that blood which must succeed And give at last a tincture to your skin It is because neither in outward deed Nor inward thought you yet admit that sin For which your Cheeks a guilty blush should need 6. So if your breath do not so freely flow It is because you love not to consume That vital treasure which you do bestow As well to vegetate as to perfume Your Virgin leaves as fast as they do grow 7. Yet stay not here Love for his right will call You were not born to serve your only will Nor can your beauty be perpetual 'T is your perfection for to ripen still And to be gather'd rathen then to fall The Green-Sickness Beauty FRom thy pale look while angry Love doth seem With more imperiousness to give his Law Then where he blushingly doth beg esteem We may observe py'd beauty in such aw That the brav'st Colour under her command Affrighted oft before you doth retire While like a Statue of your self you stand In such symmetrique form as doth require No lustre but his own As then in vain One should flesh-colouring to Statues add So were it to your native White a Stain If it in other ornaments were clad Then what your rich proportions do give Which in a boundless fair being unconfin'd Exalted in your soul so seem to live That they become an emblem of your mind That so who to your Orient White should joyn Those fading qualities most eyes adore Were but like one who gilding Silver Coin Gave but occasion to suspect it more La Gralletta Gallante OR The Sun-burn'd Exotique Beauty 1. CHild of the Sun in whom his Rays appear Hatch'd to that lustre as doth make thee wear Heav'ns livery in thy skin What need'st thou fear The injury of Air and change of Clime When thy exalted form is so sublime As to transcend all power of change or time 2. How proud are they that in their hair but show Some part of thee thinking therein they ow The greatest beauty Nature can bestow When thou art so much fairer to the sight As beams each where diffused are more bright Then their deriv'd and secondary light 3. But thou art cordial both to sight and taste While each rare fruit seems in his time to haste To ripen in thee till at length they waste Themselves to inward sweets from whence again They like Elixirs passing through each vein An endless circulation do maintain 4. How poor are they then whom if we but greet Think that raw juyce which in their lips we meet Enough to make us hold their Kisses sweet When that rich odour which in thee is smelt Can it self to a balmy liquor melt And make it to our inward senses felt 5. Leave then thy Country Soil and Mothers home Wander a Planet this way till thou come To give our Lovers here their fatal doom While if our beauties scorn to enjoy thine It will be just they to a Jaundise pine And by thy Gold shew like some Copper-mine Platonick Love 1. MAdam your beauty and your lovely parts Would scarce admit poetick praise and Arts As they are Loves most sharp and piercing darts Though as again they only wound and kill The more deprav'd affections of our will You claim a right to commendation still 2. For as you can unto that height refine All Loves delights as while they do incline Unto no vice they so become divine We may as well attain your excellence As without help of any outward sense Would make us grow a pure Intelligence 3. And as a Soul thus being quite abstract Complies not properly with any act Which from its better Being may detract So through the virtuous habits you infuse It is enough that we may like and chuse Without presuming yet to take or use 4. Thus Angels in their starry Orbs proceed Unto affection without other need Then that they still on contemplation feed Though as they may unto this Orb descend You can when you would so much lower bend Give joys beyond what man can comprehend 5. Do not refuse then Madam to appear Since every radiant Beam comes from your Sphere Can so much more then any else endear As while through them we do discern each Grace The multiplied lights from every place Will turn and Circle with their rays your face Platonick Love 1. MAdam believe 't Love is not such a toy As it is sport but for the Idle Boy Or wanton Youth since it can entertain Our serious thoughts and make us know how vain All time is spent we do not thus imploy 2. For though strong passion oft on youth doth seize It is not yet affection but disease Cause from repletion which their blood doth vex So that they love not Woman but the Sex And care no more then how themselves to please 3. Whereas true Lovers check that appetite Which would presume