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Dia, a poem to which is added Love made lovely. / By William Shipton published by a friend.
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Shipton, William.
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had I Captive been in those small Bands Like Cupid fettered by Diana's hands But the strong Magick of another grace Drew me from doting on her beautious face How had my Fancies rov'd for ever â—n Her breasts that Hony-planted â—elion Whose balmy sweets had showr'd me with desire Those sacred fields got on the Roman Pyre When incense flames the glorious Conducts be To waft a light Soul to Eternity But when as one injoyn'd I thought to keep Those pleasures 't was the idle dream of sleep A Quaery Quest HAs beauty Pearls from golden Eyes In Rich-dig'd Mines of grace Has it Glow-worm Embroderies Enjewell'd in a face Then Let 's disrobe That heavenly Globe Of all these Gems possest And so Enshrin'd Like Saints divin'd For ever wee 'l be blest Answer It wants no Ruby-bossed Gemms Distilled from a tear Nor Onyx-Saphir Diadems Th' attire of Royall wear No Bristoll shine But Diamond-fine Such Jove-like fame besets Who for their Dooms Obtains such Tombs Enclos'd are Mahomets Quest Has beauty's blushes sugred feast Sweet viands sweeter taste Rare welcomes for approved Guests With Prais'd Ambrosia grac't Come to the skies Rant Eulogies Sip of those Wine-fed Pleasures 'T is Pitty wee Should let Love bee A Miser in her Treasures Answ It wants no banquetting delights Quilt up in Rich estates The Epecurian Appetites Sucks their brave delicates And he who 's lips Such Nectar sips By an Immortall fame At one Career Mounts the top-Sphere Of Bacchus Sack-bowld name Quest Has beauties Cheeks brave Aprills bowers Enthron'd with spicie breath Is Flora Pregnant with her flowers Rais'd from the sick-bed-Earth Then Cheeks of Or We must adore Those Argent-crested glories His tomb excells Who 's clos'd in smells And not in Poet-Stories Answ It has the Persum'd Rosie sweets The gold-array of Verses The Virgin-Lillies Morpheus greets To deck our fun't all herses And if we be In livery Clad of such amber-cloves Howe're we dye 'T is sure we lye Like God in Persum'd Groves Quest Has beauti 's brows no frowns but smiles Life and no killing Courtesies Dove-Lillies have their serpent-guiles Stings with the sweetest honey lyes Mount the high-Sphere Of glory there True fulgence of whose Rayes Like Sol's fam'd wings N'Intempure flings But fragrant blasts displayes Answ It wants no Zephirs intermixt With golden joys of Loves Their Halcion in her Center fixt In downy Pleasure moves A smile disrayd From a Coy Maid A monument's most clear Avant Avant Thou Troy-Novant Westminster-Tombs are here Quest Has beauty's face no tuned voyce So Ravishing the sence The Spheres harmonious notes have choice Of Songsters to Commence Even at a lay The Gods array As with Condensed air That heavenly blisse Immortall Is Superlatively Rare Answ It wants no Notes the high-flown Lute Quavered from those Quires Makes extasized men amute Like the Phebeian Lyres Here but the throngs Of Musick-songs At Syrens we do stay Wer 't not Prophain I 'd say each strain Chants Halleluiha Quest Has beauty's eyes the golden darts Consentrick in a brest This is the wound which cureth hearts Makes melancholly blest Tho some in love Do swear they prove Distempered by that shot 'T is sweet to me Although it be A poysonous antidote Answ Tho 't has they win the fields Whosoe're those arms Impale At Briseus shrine the stout Greek yields His Vulcan-coat of male A biting kisse Is the same blisse As feasts high Joves great Pallate Give me the dart A joyfull smart Like weeds in Rosy-sallat Quest Has beauty's skin no downy beds For Lovers wantomâ—ings Jove dallieth with his Ganymeds On Rose-lac't flowers of Springs Who in a trice Sees Paradise In Lillies men Reside As Poets feign Th' Elezian Plain Souls have no other Pride Answ Yes that it has the Purple seed Of Velvit-violets-sent Unsoyled Ermins glosse the weed Her Royall Ornament From Aprills bower A verdant flower But mean attirings is On gaudies blaze Let no man gaze The Gods go nak'd in blisse Chorus IF then a face a feature have Such full Conserves of blisses We wil our fam'd Embalment crave A donative of kisses Platonick Soul Doth but controle His great Immortall flight While his coy breath Is spent in death Of an Oblivious night Let 's Rant Eucomiums to the skies Salute this Lady Beauty He who 's undaunted Spirit tryes This Master-ship of duty Clips Cupids wings Makes blunt his stings Which turns of Push-pike are Or if they dye Transcrib'd on high Shee 's Comet and he 's stare On a blush which Rising like Aurora Modestly Coloured his Lady Dias Face THe vanting Stoicks by th' ambitious thought That their unpassionate Poor fools unfraught Themselves by that high and undaunted Rage What Riches are enthron'd i' th Equipage Of a well-featur'd blush or when a Pale Visard doth their faces circumvail For when a blush tinctures her face wee seek The Orient Jewells on her Ruby Cheek The Parian-marbled Ophir or the store Of Eastern Gemms gloss'd with bright Indies Or When she unto a Colour Pale's confin'd Christallick Pearls white Chrystolite's combind In that sweet Passion Margerites besets Her face with Saphirs-glimmering Quarelets A blush and Pale why then I may behold Enough of Silver and enough of Gold Or else upon her fragrant breasts May's bowers Lillies commingled with the Rofie-flowers Blew veined Violets as the Pale for Red Carnation Tulips rarely figured And in those dazling eyes with high-sprung light Adonis bath'd in blood Venus in white Thus with the impression of an nobler Coin Rubies with brightest Christols do Conjoin Thus firy Commets wantonly keep warrs With cold Virginity of snowy Stars Sometimes behold her visage and you 'l see Her lustres hid in a Red Canopy As when Aurora's blush signes forth the day by th' fam'd Apparance of a Rudish ray Somtimes out prying judgments do confesse Pale Cinthia's mounted in a sable dresse And then wee see by that miraclous sight A sullen Cypresse typifie the night So the fond Persians and the Pagans may Adore the Moon adore the break of day While in her starry face we do descry Those lights of Heavens Phisiognomy The author of Love Melancholly drew Her features in their party-coloured hew And here the pretty Pale the blush include The Boy as sometimes chaft is sometimes rude And so reverst the sence may thus be grac't The Boy is somtimes Rude as some times chast What need my Hoof-beat-traveller musâ— or 〈◊〉 Seek Tyrian colours when that Purple dye Lints all my garments Crimson not the faint Cassock watchet of an English Paint What need for brightest Diamonds If I was A Schollar sprung from old Pythagoras I would enjoyn my metempsuchos'd fate Within her Pearled eyes to transmigrate A great blot is a Giant red a ruby white Demonstrateth the shining Chrysolite So if in Hyroglyphicks I 'd reveal My mind a blush a ruby were a pale the Pearl June's gayeties OR A Posy in his Lady Dia's brest SEe how the Ruby Roses seeks A fresh Ingrafture on your Cheeks