Sivut kuvina

Come, Madam

Civility we see refin'd: the kiss,

watcov Dobry Which at the face began, transplanted is,

SO XT IT Since to the hand, since 10 th' imperial kueenli diiw ho Now at the Papal.foot delights to be.,

Isa If kings think that the nearer way, and do

r*t'u inoy Rise from the foot, lovers may do so too: .. For as free spheres move faster far han can, it wa Birds, whom the air resists; so may that man, Which goes this empty and ethereal way, Than if at beauty's enemies he stay. , ; Rich Nature hath in women wisely made Two purses, and their mouths aversely laid: They then which to the lower tribute owe, toples jeunes a That way which that exchequer looks must go : He which doth not, his error as great As who by clyster gives the stomach meat, TO HIS MISTRESS GOING TO BED:

come; all rest my powers defy; Until I labour I in labour lie. The foe oft-times having the foe in sight Is tir'd with standing, tho' he never fight, Off with that girdle, like heav'n's zone glittring, 14.45 But a far fairer

er world incompassing Unpin that spangled breast-plate which you wear, zor eyes of busy fools may be stopt there.


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Uplace yourself, for that harmonious chime
Tells me from you that now it is będ-time.

10 Oft with that happy busk, which I envy,

That still can be, and still can stand soʻnigh.
Your gown going off such beauteous state reveals,
As when thro' Aow'ry meads th' hill's shadow steals.
Off with that weary coroner, and show
The hairy diadem which on your head doth grow.
Now off with those shoes, and then softly tread
In this Love's hallow'd temple, this soft bed.
In such white robes heaven's angels us'd to be
Reveal'd to

men; thou 'angel bring'st wiili thee
A heav'n like Mah'met’s paradise; and tho
Il spirits walk in white, we eas'ly know
By this these angels from an evil sprite;
Those set our hairs, but these our flesh upright.

License my roaving hands, and let them go
Before, behind, between, above, below.
O my America! my Newfoundland !
My kingdom's safest when with one man mann'd.
My mine of precious stones! my empery!
How am I blest in this discovering thee!

39 To enter in these bonds is to be free; Thea where my hand is set my seal shall be.

Full nakedness! all joys are due to thee; As souls unbodied bodies uncloth'd must be, To taste whole joys. Gems, which you women use, Ase, like Atlanta's ball, cast in men's views;

That when a fool's eye lighteth on a gem,
His earthly soul may court that and not them
Like pictures or like books' gay coverings made,
For lay-men are all women thus array'd.

40 Themselves are only mystic books, which we (Whom their imputed grace will dignify) Must see reveald Then since that I inay, know, As liberally as to thy midwite show Thyself, cast all, yea, this white'linen, hence: There is no penance due to innocence.

To teach thee I am naked first; why, then, Whai need'st thou have more covering than a man? 48

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ANATOMY OF THE WORLD. Wberein, by occasion of the untimely dearb of Mrs. Elizabeth

Drury, ibe frailty and ibe decay of this whole world is ren. presented


To tbe Praise of the Dead, and the Anatomy,

Well died the world, that we might live to see
This world of wit in his Anatomie :
No evil wants his good; so wilder heirs
Bedew their fathers' tombs with forced tears,
Whose-state requites their loss. While thus we gain,
Well may' we walk in blacks, but not complain.
Yet how can I consent; the world is dead
While this Muse lives? which in his spirit's stead
Seems to inform a world, and bids it be,
In spite of loss or frail mortality.
And thou the subject of this well-born thought,
Thrice noble Maid! could: t not have found nor'sought
A filter time to yield to thy sad fale
Than while this spirit lives that can relate
7hý worth so well to our last nephew's eyne,
That they shall wonder buth at his and thine. •


Admired match! where strives in mutual grace yo: 3
The cunning pencil and the comely face; 2-9yoi NT
A task which thy fait goodness made too muchas
For the bold pride of vulgar penis to touches llite
Enough it is to praise them that praise thee,
And say that but enough those praises bé,
Which, hadšt thou lived, had hid their fearful head
From th' angry checkings of thy modest red.
Death bars reward and shame; when envy's gone
And gain, 'tis safe to give the dead their own
As then the wise Egyptians wont to lay
More on their tombs than houses, these of clay,
But those of brass or marble were; so we
Give more unto thy ghost ihan unto thee: 30
Yet what we give to thee thou gav'st to us,
And may'st but thank thyself for being thus:
Yet what thou gay'st and wert, 0 happy maid sa
Thy grace professd all due where 'tis repaid.
So these high songs that to thee suited bin,
Serve but to sound thy Maker's praise and thine,
Which thy dear soul as sweetly sings to him,
Amid the choir of saints and seraphim,
As any angel's tongue can sing of thee;
The subjects differ, tho' the skill agree;

For as by infant years men judge of age,
Thy early love thy virtues did presage
What high part thou bear'st in those best of songs,
Whereto no burden nor no end belongs.

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