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
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
further then to invite The Soul unto that part it ought to take When that from this address it would but make Some introduction only to delight 4. For while they from the outward sense transplant The love grew there in earthly mould and scant To the Souls spacious and immortal field They spring a love eternal which will yield All that a pure affection can grant 5. Besides what time or distance might effect Is thus remov'd while they themselves connect So far above all change as to exclude Not only all which might their sense delude But mind to any object else affect 6. Nor will the proof of Constancy be hard When they have plac'd upon their mind that guard As no ignoble thought can enter there And Love doth such a vertue persevere And in it self so find a just reward 7. And thus a love made from a worthy choice Will to that union come as but one voice Shall speak one thought but think the others will And while but frailty they can know no ill Their souls more then their bodies must rejoice 8. In which estate nothing can so fulfill Those heights of pleasure which their souls instill Into each other but that love thence draws New Arguments of joy while the same cause That makes them happy makes them greater still 9. So that however multipli'd and vast Their love increase they will not think it past The bounds of growth till their exalted fire B'ing equally inlarg'd with their desire Transform and fix them to one Starr at last 10. Or when that otherwise they were inclin'd Unto those publick joys which are assign'd To blessed souls when they depart from hence They would besides what Heaven doth dispense Have their contents they in each other find The IDEA Made of Alnwick in his Expedition to Scotland with the Army 1639. ALL Beauties vulgar eyes on earth do see At best but some imperfect Copies be Of those the Heavens did at first decree For though th' Idea's of each sev'ral kind Conceiv'd above by the Eternal Mind Are such as none can error in them find Since from his thoughts and presence he doth bear And shut out all deformity so farr That the least beauty near him is a Starr As Nature yet from far th' Idea's views And doth besides but vile materials chuse We in her works observe no small abuse Some of her figures therefore foil'd and blurr'd Shew as if Heaven had no way concurr'd In shapes so disproportion'd and absurd Which being again vex'd with some hate and spite That doth in them vengeance and rage excite Seem to be tortur'd and deformed quite While so being fixt they yet in them contain Another sort of ugliness and stain B'ing with old wrinkles interlin'd again Lastly as if Nature ev'n did not know What Colour every sev'ral part should ow They look as if their Galls did overflow Fair is the mark of Good soul of Ill Although not so infallibly but still The proof depends most on the mind and will As Good yet rarely in the Foul is met So 't would as little by its union get As a rich Jewel that were poorly set For since Good first did at the Fair begin Foul being but a punishment for sin Fair 's the true outside to the Good within In these the supreme Pow'r then so doth guide Natures weak hand as he doth add beside All by which Creatures can be dignifi'd While you in them see so exact a line That through each sev'ral part a glimpse doth shine Of their original and form divine Therefore the characters of fair and good Are so set forth and printed in their blood As each in other may be understood That Beauty so accompani'd with Grace And equally conspicuous in the face In a fair Womans outside takes the place Thus while in her all rare perfection meets Each as with joy its fellow beauty greets And varies so into a thousand sweets Or if some tempting thought do so assault As doubtful she 'twixt two opinions halt A gentle blush corrects and mends the fault That so she still fairer and better grows Without that thus she more to passion ows Then what fresh colour on her cheeks bestows To which again her lips such helps can add As both will chase all grievous thoughts and sad And give what else can make her good or glad As Statuaries yet having fram'd in Clay An hollow Image afterwards convey The molten mettle through each several way But when it once unto its place hath past And th' inward Statua perfectly is cast Do throw away the outward Clay at last So when that form the Heav'ns at first decreed Is finished within Souls do not need Their Bodies more but would from them be freed For who still cover'd with their earth would ly Who would not shake their fetters off and fly And be at least next to a Deity However then you be most lovely here Yet when you from all Elements are clear You far more pure and glorious shall appear Thus from above I doubt not to behold You second self renew'd in your own mold And rising thence fairer then can be told From whence ascending to the Elect and Blest In your true joys you will not find it least That in Heav'n shall know and love you best For while I do your coming there attend I shall much time on your idea spend And note how far all others you transcend And thus though you more then an Angel be Since being here to sin and mischief free You will have rais'd your self to their degree That so victorious over Death and I ate And happy in your everlasting state You shall triumphant enter Heaven gate Hasten not thither yet for as you are A Beauty upon Earth without compare You will shew best still where you are most rare Live all our lives then If the picture can Here entertain a loving absent man Much more th' Idea where you first began Platonick Love DIsconsolate and sad So little hope of remedy I find That when my matchless Mistress were inclin'd To pity me 't would scarcely make me glad The discomposing of so fair a Mind B'ing that which would to my Afflictions add For when she should repent This Act of Charity had made her part With such a precious Jewel as her Heart Might she not grieve that e'r she did relent And then were it fit I felt the smart Untill I grew the greater Penitent Nor were 't a good excuse When she pleas'd to call for her Heart again To tell her of my suffering and pain Since that I should her Clemency abuse While she did see what wrong she did sustain In giving what she justly might refuse Vex'd thus with me at last When from her kind restraint she now were gone And I left to the Manacles alone Should I not on another Rock be cast Since they who have not yet content do mone Far less then they whose hope thereof is past Besides I would deserve
we now have such abode With him in Heaven as we had here before He left us dead Nor shall we question more Whether the Soul of man be memory As Plato thought We and posterity Shall celebrate his name and vertuous grow Only in memory that he was so And on those tearms we may seem yet to live Because he lived once though we shall strive To sigh away this seeming life so fast As if with us 'twere not already past We then are dead for what doth now remain To please us more or what can we call pain Now we have lost him And what else doth make Diff'rence in life and death but to partake Nor joy nor pain Oh death could'st not fulfil Thy rage against us no way but to kill This Prince in whom we liv'd that so we all Might perish by thy hand at once and fall Under his ruine thenceforth though we should Do all the actions that the living would Yet we shall not remember that we live No more then when our Mothers womb did give That life we felt not Or should we proceed To such a wonder that the dead should breed It should be wrought to keep that memory Which being his can therefore never dy Novemb. 9. 1612. Epitaph of King James HEre lyes King James who did so propagate Unto the World that blest and quiet state Wherein his Subjects liv'd he seem'd to give That peace which Christ did leave and so did live As once that King and Shepherd of his Sheep That whom God saved here he seem'd to keep Till with that innocent and single heart With which he first was crown'd he did depart To better life Great Brittain so lament That Strangers more then thou may yet resent The sad effects and while they feel the harm They must endure from the victorious arm Of our King Charles may they so long complain That tears in them force thee to weep again A Vision WIthin an open curled Sea of Gold A Bark of Ivory one day I saw Which striking with his Oars did seem to draw Tow'rd a fair Coast which I then did behold A Lady held the Stern while her white hand Whiter then either Ivory or Sail Over the surging Waves did so prevail That she had now approached near the Land When suddenly as if she fear'd some wrack And yet the Sky was fair and Air was clear And neither Rock nor Monster did appear Doubting the Point which spi'd she turned back Then with a Second course I saw her steer As if she meant to reach some other Bay Where being approach'd she likewise turn'd away Though in the Bark some Waves now entred were Thus varying oft her course at last I found While I in quest of the Adventure go The Sail took down and Oars had ceas'd to row And that the Bark it self was run aground Wherewith Earths fairest Creature I beheld For which both Bark and Sea I gladly lost Let no Philosopher of Knowledge boast Unless that he my Vision can unfold Tears flow no more or if you needs must flow Fall yet more slow Do not the world invade From smaller springs then yours rivers have grown And they again a Sea have made Brackish like you and which like you hath flown Ebb to my heart and on the burning fires Of my desires Let your torrents fall From smaller sparks then theirs such sparks arise As into flame converting all This world might be but my love's sacrifice Yet if the tempests of my sighs so slow You both must flow And my desires still burn Since that in vain all help my love requires Why may not yet their rages turn To dry those tears and to blow out those fires Italy 1614. Ditty to the tune of A che del Quantomio of Pesarino WHere now shall these Accents go At which Creatures silent grow While Woods and Rocks do speak And seem to break Complaints too long for them to hear Saying I call in vain Echo All in vain = = = Where there is no relief Ec. Here is no relief Ah why then should I fear Unto her rocky heart to speak that grief In whose laments these bear a part Then cruel heart Do but some answer give I do but crave = Do you forbid to live or bid to live Echo Live Ditty CAn I then live to draw that breath Which must bid farewell to thee Yet how should death not seize on me Since absence from the life I hold so dear must needs be death While I do feel in parting Such a living dying As in this my most fatal hour Grief such a life doth lend As quick'ned by his power Even death cannot end I am the first that ever lov'd He yet that for the place contends Against true love so much offends That even this way it is prov'd For whose affection once is shown No longer can the World beguile Who see his pennance all the while He holds a Torch to make her known You are the first were ever lov'd And who may think this not so true So little knows of love or you It need not otherwise be prov'd For though the more judicious eyes May know when Diamonds are right There is requir'd a greater light Their estimate and worth to prise While they who most for beauty strives Can with no Art so lovely grow As she who doth but only ow So much as true affection gives Thus first of Lovers I appear For more appearance makes me none And thus are you belov'd alone That are pris'd infinitely dear Yet as in our Northern Clime Rare fruits though late appear at last As we may see some years b'ing past Our Orenge-trees grow ripe with time So think not strange if Love to break His wonted silence now make bold For a Love is seven years old Is it not time to learn to speak Then gather in that which doth grow And ripen to that fairest hand 'T is not enough that trees do stand If their fruit fall and perish too Epitaph of a stinking Poet. HEre stinks a Poet I confess Yet wanting breath stinks so much less A Ditty to the tune of Coseferite made by Lorenzo Allegre to one sleeping to be sung Ah wonder SO fair a Heaven So fair c. And no Starr shining Ay me and no Starr c. 'T is past my divining Yet stay May not perchance this be some rising Morn Which in the scorn Of our Worlds light discloses This Air of Violets that Sky of Roses T is so An Oriental Sphere Doth open and appear Ascending bright Then since thy hymen I chant May'st thou new pleasures grant Admired light Epitaph on Sir Edward Saquevile's Child who dyed in his Birth REader here lies a Child that never cry'd And therefore never dy'd 'T was neither old nor yong Born to this and the other world in one Let us then cease to mone Nothing that ever dy'd hath liv'd so long Kissing COme
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