Motion and their slender Sense transmit Like living Watches each of these conceals A thousand Springs of Life and moving Wheels Each Ligature a Lab'rynth seems each part All wonder is all Workmanship and Art Rather let me this little Greatness know Then all the Mighty Acts of Great Ones do These Engines understand rather than prove An Archimedes and the Earth remove These Atom-Worlds found out I would despise Columbus and his vast Discoveries Beauty of Chance WHo Nature busie in her Shop have seen And with the Mistress too her Hand-maid Art At work on what her Mistress did begin And filling up and finishing each part Have in their curious Search yet nothing found For Workmanship or Beauty to compare With what blind Fortune fashions under ground Nothing in Art so gay or Nature fair The Tulip-buds rais'd by her gentle hand Prove Chance not blind but we that call her so Who neither how she forms them understand Nor how the Blind can Skill in Colours show If Nature to these Flowers lays a Claim Why do they not her steady Lawes obey Like Fortune's Subjects they are ne're the Same And Chance their Queen less fickle is than they Roses in their first Crimson dress appear Lillies their antient Braveries display And Violets the same blue Mantles wear They wore on their Creation's great Show-Day But Tulips each new Year their Robes have new Fertile in Colours with the fertile Spring All Shades pursuing still save only Blue The Season's Changes markt in theirs they bring These that like freckled Beauties now appear Their freckles gone boast clearer white and red Their Colours changing with the changing Year They with new Smiles and Blushes dye their Bed Those which sprung from their Mothers painted Womb In naked Yellow shew a tawny Skin In new Successions fairer yet will come And white as in their naked Smocks be seen The Widow in her Royal Purple vail'd That hangs her head till her short Mourning 's done When she her time of Widow-hood has wail'd Light Colours and strip'd Indian Silks puts on Their sev'ral Streaks and Stains who thus would trace As vain a Project and succesless tries As he who Proteus paints with one fixt face Or limns the necks of Doves with all their dies The chang'd leaves of each new Flow'r change anew Nay each Stripe disagreeing dies does bear As on each leaf new Tulips grafted grew And each apart a Crop of Glory were Their Folds all unlike their pied Neighbours blown Various as Folds of Taffaties appear All paintings of the Garden show in one And all the diff'ring Motlies of the Year The particolour'd Buds thus num'rous bred The Children are of married Light and Shade From their Coition form'd i th' Tulip-Bed Brought forth by Fortune's Midwif'ry and aid These more compounded Fortune's Stroakings make Those mingled less Marks of their Parents bear The Purple their black Mothers Features take And their white Fathers lineaments the Fair. Could living fair ones living Tulips so As they resemblances in Beauty hold Like resemblances in their Changes show Changing more lovely still as they grow old Could Lover's Beauties like the Florist's bloom And ever blow afresh they would not grieve That those impairing Years which are to come Take from their Loves what they to Flowers give Magnificence under Ground IN that deep Gulf where all past Times are thrown Where waning Moons and setting Suns are gone There Moneths and Days extinguishing their Light Are lost and buried in eternal Night Our Fathers Ages and our Youth there cast Our Yesterdaies and their thousand Years past All hid in that thick Darkness which invades New-born Man's fair Paradise and blest Shades Man's Heav'n on Earth to us as much unknown As that Heav'n in Reversion Man's alone Our Parents Labours vanish't with their Ground Both under Water once ne're since were found Sunk in that Floud when th' Earth lost in the Deep As in the Sea of Chaos lay asleep Till rising Billows into Hills did swell As their sunk Spaces into Vallies fell That World the Deluge whole at once drank down Time yet in parts and by degrees does drown Time which stronger than a full Sea does run Wiâ—h a High-Tide comes ever flowing on And with a lawless and impetuous sway Bears all that would controul its force away Those Bounds set by Fame having once o'reflown Their Shipwrackt Spires are in low Water shown Were there a Globe in which we all could see The World reverst in Fates Geography Could we the Antients Drown'd Lands all there view And with them all their buried Treasure too The vast Plantations of all Ages Dead The fallen Tow'rs and Towns in Ruines spread The Cities and Inhabitants there thrust Cities now measuring new Bounds in Dust And with their Suburbs stretching by degrees Until they border on th' Antipodes Their enlarg'd Limits downwards cast so far As they Confiners on Earth's Center were Compar'd with this dark Globe of all below How small a Point would this Globe of ours show Or what of th' Old World's standing or the New With what the Graves of both conceal from view All that remains yet high or strong or fair In vain we equal to those Reliques there What Death under the Tropicks has possest What beneath each Pole what from East to West That little left unburied of the Masse Does in Circumference as far surpass As both the Northern and the Southern Dead In Number all the Living Race exceed In this low World's dark Countries under Ground Geographers another Rome have found Those Amphitheaters that climb'd the Sky Climb downwards now and are in Earth as high So great their Ruines and so proud their Fall Their Height reverst they are in Depth as tall Troy Thebes and Carthage sunk long since did go Metropolis'es to the World below Their Empire and their Height translated there Leaving no Marks of their old Greatness here The Tyrian Princes dead new Honours boast Themselves more richly with their Purple lost Egypt's black Kings enshrin'd with th' Idol-Rat Embalm'd thought once immortal too as that From rottenness of vulgar Graves though free They linger out a long Mortality Kept fresh some Hundred years of Death those past Mixe with the Ashes of their Tombs at last Some place unknown as th' Head of their own Nile Their Royal Dust depos'd confounds with Vile Their Monuments with them themselves interre And in their Quarry fall and Sepulcher Swallow'd in that vast Heap where all things lie That are unborn and all return that die In that Abyss all Springs of Beings sleep As Rivers lost within their Mother-Deep The Intellectual Prospect IN Prospects op'ning wide to our large view A Countrey far remov'd yet near in shew Our Eye quick as Heav'ns great-short Journies makes Measures the Bounds and Distance over-takes The Vallies humbly falling here surveys Who on themselves in Streams betwixt 'em gaze Ascending there with prouder Hills does rise Hills seen far off above the falling Skies Strayes in the
From that its tincture borrows and its dye Th' extremest Bounds of Land and Water bear The self same Colour with the depths of Air. A false Blue claiming from their Place and Site The Priviledge of Distance and of Height The Sea appearing like a greater Glass Through which both Heav'n and Earth reflected pass Does this above in its blue Surface show And that presents in its green Depths below The Eye let down with a descending Light Finds in the hollow of each Cave a Night Such Darkness shut up in each Depth does dwell It seems to enter there a little Hell The Sight as it on diff'ring Poles does move Discovers Hell below or Heav'n above With an erected Beam ascending here Le ts in the Day to fill its op'ning Sphere There falling on some Deep it puts to flight The greater Light above and lets in Night The Vnion of Friendship TWo Sexes Marriage does unite And makes both one Hermaphrodite But Friendship has the pow'r alone To make two of the same Sex one Friendship where e're it does take place Marries the Linage and the Race Adopts new Kindred and new Blood Takes Strangers into Brotherhood And by this new Choice seeks to mend What Miscarriages on Birth attend Relations which are born not made Our Love invite not but invade For what Affection can there be Where there is Diff'rence in Degree If it be lawful to compare A lesser with a greater Sphere Each House a Kingdom is in short And govern'd like the Turkish Court The Wife no Office seems to have But of the Husband 's prime she Slave For she apart no Rights can claim Nor has no Title to her Name The Child's Condition nearest suits With the dumb Duty of the Mutes Nor Word nor Bond can he engage But lives a silent Pupillage When once the Sultan Father's dead The Eldest does of right succeed And thrusts the yonger Brothers down From their Inheritance and Throne Their Line 's hereditary Place And private Palace of their Race In arbitrary Families Which seem Domestique Tyrannies Parents with Turkish Rigour sway Friends ruling th' Europaean way So equally their Power share As they all elder Brothers were Who Brothers in the same Womb lay Cannot more Brothers be then they Two Members are not pair'd like Friends And when compar'd are not more Twins Nor so to the same Flesh ally'd Nor closer knit nor firmer ty'd Two Eyes that brother-Raies unite And twist them in one Point of Sight Nor in their Balls so like appear Nor mingle not their Beams so near Though both the sympathising Pair Agree in what is foul or fair Two Ears that both the same Sound meet And are both by the same Nerves knit Are not so match't though the same Sound Or both does stroak or both does wound Two Feet that evenly contend United in the Way and End Less equally their Course direct And their conspiring Steps connect Nay what is more then all Two Friends In their resembling Souls are Twins As equal Strings with Love unknown Move both when one is strook alone Their trembling Heart-strings set alike One Ioy does touch one Grief does strike The Eccho WHere do these Voices stray Which lose in Woods their Way Erring each Step anew While they false Paths pursue Through many Windings led Some crookedly proceed Some to the Ear turn back Asking which way to take Wandring without a Guide They holla from each side And call and answer all To one another's Call Whence may these Sounds proceed From Woods or from the Dead Sure Souls here once forlorn The Living make their Scorn And Shepherds that liv'd here Now ceasing to appear Mock thus in sport the Fair That would not grant their Pray'r While Nymphs their Voices learn And mock them in Return Or if at least the Sound Does from the Woods rebound The Woods of them complain Who Shepherds Vows disdain Woods and Rocks answer all To the wrong'd Lover's Call How deaf soe're and hard They their Complaints regard Which Nymphs with Scorn repay More deaf more hard then they The Whisper FAirest what means this close Address As if you would a Hearing steal Since Words were giv'n Thoughts to express Why should soft Words your Thoughts conceal While thus your Mind to breath you teach A Language secret as your Thought You sin against the End of Speech Which when it hides to lie is taught The whisp'ring Air so soft does steal As conscious whom it must obey Your Secret yielding to conceal Without the least Sound slides away Unwilling to spread far the News As dreading to displease the Fair It does through secret Pipes diffuse As loth to mixe with Common Air. Your Words with silent Motions slide As gently as from you they came From wayes of Noise they far divide And leave the Road of common Fame I 'le hunt them out where ' ere they bear And breathing close their Steps pursue And as I gather in the Air Each Breath shall voice the Words anew The Inconstant CEase Faithless cease reproaching me With your own lov'd Inconstancy Unless while you such Change pursue You think ev'n Constancy is new And that your Heart so us'd to roam A Stranger were become at Home I left you not but you inclin'd to stray Call my removing that which was my stay Thus they that leave the Shore behind Call the removing Land unkind As if it did from them recede When they in truth from it are fled And thus with Old Men it appears In the Travel of many Years With like Truth they the World for changing blame Themselves still changing and the World the same The Modest Fair. AMong so many Voices as we hear Imprinting diff'rent Sounds upon the Ear. Our own does so imperfectly return As we the Words more than the Sound discern Among so many Faces as the Eye Distinctly copies for the Memory In Lines as various as they first were show'n We rarely see or seen forget our own What then remains but that we should direct Both Face and Voice to what will both reflect Hid to our selves our Friend 's impartial Praise The best Reflexion of our selves does raise Why will not you our Praises then admit Who best our highest Elogies can fit Claiming Applause the more Applause you shun At once above Flatt'ry and Detraction Your Modesty does so our Praise o'recome It moves our Envy and strikes Praises dumb The greatest Glories of this World seem so To gaze on meaner Beauties here below Exposing their fair Lights to common View But shine not to themselves no more then You. To a Lady playing with a Squirrel IF Musick wild Herds tameness taught And on rude Savages has wrought And from wild Throngs to Cities brought What gentler Pow'r and softer Flame May such commanding Beauty claim Whose silent Musick Beasts can tame What force is in your naked Arm That does the little Satyr charm And of its savageness disarm The boldest of the Wood-Nymphs Race Could not this Savage thus
The different Effects of wanton Air When easie Nature does it free impart Or when constrain'd and elevate with Art Voices so tender and so sweetly shrill With Delight pierce the Sense and Wonder fill Trumpets so soft as gently stroak the Ear Not wounding us with Pleasure so severe As those that catch the Breaths of dying Men Such Blasts as these would make them live again On a fair Lady looking in the Glass THe Sun beholding so as he does pass His floating Face in Water's liquid Glass The glitt'ring Circle with delight surveys And Heav'ns on their own bright Reflexion gaze Seeming to view with an admiring Beam Another Sun and Heav'ns in the Stream As she with only looking on pourtrayes The glorious Image darted from her Rayes Surpriz'd to see what on a sudden there Has started up so yong so fresh so fair Her Shadow with such curious Art does gild The shining Mirror with a new Light fill'd That well may she with just Amazement eye What only can pretend with her to vye Her other Self like Her surpriz'd does show Her Features mocks and mocks her Wonder too The Am'rous Glance in striving to excell Does seem to court her ever here to dwell Proud of the transient Shape it does present Could gladly wish it fixt and permanent Fixt as those Statues we in Gardens place Viewing in Fountains still their carved Face Could it alas her Pourtrait but retain It would endure no other Figures stain What her Stamp seals as sacred to her Smile No soiling Look prophanely would defile Or should there any Beauties be that dare Their Spots or Graces by this Glass compare Her Eyes before theirs thus it would prefer In flatt'ring them by truly shewing Her Nor would the sweet Impression stampt in Air So lovely have appear'd or half so fair Did not the same Resemblance polish give And Lustre add to what should it receive She dressing by her Glass her Glass has drest And richly with her airy Shape possest But when too soon the fair unkind retires The short-liv'd Beauty that shin'd here expires And as the beamy Glance does disappear And vanishes we know not how nor where Leaving no Print behind no feeble Ray That might discover where it once did stay The brittle Sphere all darkned thus will mourn The frail Glory lost it did return And of her radiant Likeness then complain That naked as it was 't is left again The Thought To a Lady enquiring after him in his Travels SInce in the Travels of your Thought One chancing from the rest to stray Your Commendations to me brought And th' Errand done would needs away Though I could longer entertain The little Traveller with me And wisht for all its fellow-Train And all its pretty Company Yet since from me it needs would part I wish'd it back again with you But then I wish'd too that my Heart Might as its Page or Lackey go I wish'd for flying Coach as brave As artificial and as fair As any Thoughts of Fashion have When they ride out to take the Air. Postilian too and all things gay As any of the Noble rest The Thoughts of Quality that stray From out the Lodgings of your Breast My flying Hat and Pumps I 'd try on Could I but swift as Post-Thought go So like the Post-Divine I 'd fly on Both wing'd above and wing'd below Petrilla in Iewels THese Diamonds and noble Gems Which Nature of that price esteems As she such precious Goods conceals Lock't up in Coffers of their Shells As there her little Treasure hoarded lay Till Light whom no Recess can blind Her Riches hidden thus does find And having with a gentle Beam Smooth'd first the rough unpolish't Gem Brings forth its pretty Smiles to sight of Day These to their Parents Sun and Earth Ow their bright Parentage and Birth From Earth a Mothers Blessing have As Sun their shining Portion gave But to their fair Possessor more they owe Their Mistress for their Service had Does Beauty and does Riches add That Dower which their Parents sent As she improves she does augment They Legacies she Iointure does bestow Pearls borrow still from her more white And Diamonds a greater Light Till doubling both their dazling Ray Their pointed flames create a Day Day springing from her Glories and their own Ah! may not we to cruel Her Their rocky Hardness too refer She Love receives with such a scorn As she amongst them had been born And were amidst the Gems obdurate grown All Eyes yield to the radiant Stone It self to no force yields alone She fair like them and hardly fierce Vnpierc't her self does others pierce Though they and she pierce with a diff'rent Dart. For if both boast a pow'rful flame Their Power yet is not the same And we acknowledge still her fires Superior are and master theirs Their Lustres strike the Eye but hers the Heart Greatness in Little IN spotted Globes that have resembled all Which we or Beasts possess to one great Ball Dimme little Specks for thronging Cities stand Lines wind for Rivers Blots bound Sea and Land Small are those Spots which in the Moon we view Yet Glasses these like Shades of Mountains shew As what an even Brightness does retain A glorious Level seems and shining Plain Those Crouds of Stars in the populous Sky Which Art beholds as twinkling Worlds on high Appear to naked unassisted Sight No more than Sparks or slender points of Light The Sun a flaming Vniverse alone Bigger than that about which his fires run Enlightning ours his Globe but part does gild Part by his Lustre or Earths Shades conceal'd His Glory dwindled so as what we spy Scarce fills the narrow Circle of the Eye What new America's of Light have been Yet undiscover'd there or yet unseen Art's near Approaches awfully forbid As in the Majesty of Nature hid Nature who with like State and equal Pride Her Great Works does in Height and Distance hide And shuts up her Minuter Bodies all In curiour frames imperceptibly small Thus still incognito she seeks Recess In Greatness half-seen or dimme Littleness Ah happy Littleness that art thus blest That greatest Glories aspire to seem least Even those install'd in a higher Sphere The higher they are rais'd the less appear And in their Exaltation emulate Thy humble Grandeur and thy modest State Nor is this all thy Praise though not the least That Greatness is thy Counterfeit at best Those swelling Honours which in that we prize Thou dost contain in thy more thrifty Size And hast that Pomp Magnificence does boast Though in thy Stature and Dimensions lost Those rugged little Bodies whose parts rise And fall in various Inequalities Hills in the Risings of their Surface show As Vallies in their hollow Pits below Pompous these lesser things but yet less rude Then uncompact and looser Magnitude What Skill is in the frame of Insects shown How fine the Threds in their small Textures spun How close those Instruments and Engines knit Which
so quick when scatter'd wide And far disperst they many wayes divide What secret Pipes and Cavities unknown Transmit them so distinctly one by one Where are those lost which start aside and stray Since nought can intercept them in their way How seems the Horn to snatch the Air so short And so the News of each Success report And all the Bus'ness of the Chace declare As remote Hunters in the Pleasure share In what wild Notes does War approach the Ear When Trumpets bring a distant-Battel near And Sounds seem so to skirmish in their flight As they in Air began th' approaching Fight Some perishing for want of stronger Breath In gentle Whispers lost and silent Death Others expiring in their last rebounds Kill'd by the Thunder of more potent sounds Some vanishing into a softer Sigh As some with the short Gasps of Eccho's die Thâ—se in deep Groans or piercing Shreeks are fled While those drop down which stronger force does dead What various Changes in one Trumpet meet As Sounds increasing did new Sounds beget So thick they issue and succeed so fast As each did strive to overtake the last With double speed each hasting to repair The Breaches which the former made in Air. Each Breath which does that single Throat inspire Swells pregnant with the Consort of a Quire And as in Notes so thus in Voices none Is found or like another or our own Whence is 't of many Speeches which we hear Each strikes a diff'ring Stroke upon the Ear. Or which way are these Changes wrought that frame Voices distinct the Breath unvoic'd the same Since Air which varies in so many Keyes Is of it self nor Treble Mean nor Base Does not the Speech these several Stamps partake Passing through Organs of a diff'ring make What Breath in Fifes mocks the Winds whistling noise Pour'd in a Horn turns to a hoarser Voice Is shrill in Trumpets and what high they raise In Bag-pipes dwindles to a feeble Base Nay ev'n in the same Organ some Pipes go As high at once as some run flat and low If such Variety we can pursue In Voice and Sound where ev'ry Breath is new What is there in the Motion of each Sphere Set to that Musick which we cannot hear That heard regardless we should all neglect The toils of Life and listen with Respect All Noise and Tumult here below would cease And all return to an harmonious Peace To a Lady on her Picture FAirest where were these Colours sought Which full of their own Heaven shine Such Shades below were never wrought And no Art here is so Divine May we not think these Features were Th' unseen Art of a Hand unseen None knows in all that does appear Where these Lines end or those begin Knitting of Parts together seems The finest Sight to pose as much As the soft moulding of the Limbs Or the smooth Skin the slendrest Touch. Cheeks yong and ruddy as those fair Yong rosie Beauties have above Which old Age shall no more impair Then Angels Beauty or their Love Though no false Raies encircle round This Face as those of heav'nly frame Yours is with its own Glory crown'd And bright without a borrow'd flame The Colours seem wrought all in Light And your Face so divinely fair That though you have no Wings for flight We fear you 'l vanish into Air. Such is the Artists happy fate Such your own and your Pictures due That Judges say one Angel sate For what another Angel drew Dreaming of her WHo gaze upon the Sun are brought To paint it fairer in their Thought The Glorie which their Eyes does blind Let brighter thus into their Mind Does make a clearer Day break out Within while all is Night without Her Shape seen thus by inward Light While Sleep drew Curtains o're my Sight Did but that Image then restore Which waking Eyes ador'd before And closing full of her withdrew And kept the Object still in view Though Faces seen but once we find Copied in th' all-resembling Mind And some the Mem'ry shows more plain Keeps fresh and longer does retain Some soon blots out in a lost Thought 'Cause first in fading Colours wrought Their Lines worn out till a Review Does varnish o're their Stroaks anew No Mem'ry sure like mine e're prov'd So constant to the Face it lov'd She entertains my Sight all Day And does all Night before me stray The fairest Light I waking view And th' Angel in my Visions too I have no Thought but of my Love All others she does far remove And makes them give place and resign That she may thus be wholly mine But if the World at large is seen In the Minds Looking-Glass within How comes it then that mine alone Of many Shapes reflects but one Alas it is but reason she Should be a single world to me Since others in their greater Store That World divided but adore Which I in her contracted view Who ev'ry day seems to me new While She in one shape does unite All that is fair divine or bright Having seen her Like HEav'ns bless me what was that my Fair Or some enliv'ned piece of Air Or was 't her Genius in her Shape Or what of her does Eyes escape Which having only chang'd its Shroud Did now shine through another Cloud What other thing beside so Like Could or my Sight or Fancy strike And thus have her Reflexion wrought Both in my Eye and in my Thought Has Nature learn't from duller Art One Stamp to fair ones to impart And cast her Beauties in a Mould That they may all Resemblance hold And giv'n us this her first Essay To show the Rule she must obey No no 't were pity that though She Might Standard for all Beauties be To make her Common would abate Her Value and bring down her Rate Since things so Wondrous and so Rare All Phoenix-like unfellow'd are On surer grounds we may pretend That Angels in her Shape descend And cause her borrow'd Soul of Light Was first perhaps a Cherub's Right Some Spirit or some Soul drop't down Her Form mistaking for its own Has snatch't and in her Likeness dress't Has stole thus from among the Blest And personating her has worn Her glorious Body in Return The Bounds of Sight WHen some vast Space the Sight encloses round And does within its narrow Circle bound That Land which Distance does so far remove As none beyond is seen nor none above Which crown'd with an exalted Height does shew And that proud Height crown'd with an heav'nly ' Blue Imposes so on the mistaken Eye It seems no rising Earth but falling Sky As if the Mountain did not there ascend But Heav'n descending softly on it lean'd And seem'd to rest upon that hanging Height Which half way rose to meet the glorious Weight As parts in Prospect situated lie They pass with diff'ring Shades into the Eye Those nearer to the common Level seen Presented in a fresh and youthful Green And what afar off does approach the Sky
embrace Or court it with so rough a Grace To act his Sports you him persuade To shew what crooked turns he plaid And doubles he in Hunting made You teach him all his Pranks and how He leap't from Tree to Tree and now His dance cut short from Bough to Bough As through High Woods rough waies he past His shady Tail behind him cast Nuts browner than himself to tast Happy in climbing you to show How he the Top Branch climb'd and so Ran down the Boughs in stairs below A braver Height he thus does soar Upon your lifty Shoulders bore Then his High Travels knew before As pleasant and as frolick now While you his merry Tricks allow As dancing on a bending Bough Though wild he had his Liberty What Tree to perch on and what Tree His Nuts to gather from as free Nor Nuts nor Freedom were so sweet As what he in a Chain does meet Vnperch't and prostrate at your Feet Bathing her self HAppy this wandring Stream Which gently proud does seem As it had ne're before So rich a Burthen bore Swell'd with her Body now It does with Ioy o'reflow Th' exulting Waves forget The Limits to them set With Ioy now swelling more Then e're with Rage before Her Breast yet lightly raise To measure its smooth waies While her soft Arms divide The Current on each side Which in new Circles broke By ev'ry bending Stroke Thus troubled does appear As strook with Sun-beams clear From out of Water n'ere Did rise a Shape so fair Nor could it e're to Sight Reflect a form so bright Such sweetness nor such grace Shin'd not in Venus Face When froth did it enclose As 'bove the Waves it rose And in white Circles crown'd The whiter Goddess round Less pleasing she did shew Her naked Glories new Though all the Deep then smil'd To see the Sea-born Child No undisturbed Brook In which th' Heav'ns chuse to look Sees such a Beauty move As this reflects above No Deeps such Treasures know As what this hides below Of some Pieces of her Drawing FAir Hand whose gentle Labour 's such As dashes Beauties with a Touch. Whose Stroaks are drawn so quick and short They make our Wonder but your Sport What Art is this such Shapes does shew And yet conceals it self from view As not the smallest subt'lest Eye Can all the curious Lines descry Or the fine Pencil's track pursue And keep its slender Steps in view Colours with Colours so combine They grow together more then join Extremes with such Agreement knit As they without Confusion meet The Creatures of your Pencil you With Motion and with Breath indue As they the Lookers on persuade That they were rather born then made Diviner Beings which your Brain Seems deliver'd of without pain Soft as their Makers hand and fair As your Idea's of them were Such in your Mind they first were wrought Limn'd in the Images of Thought And what at large is copy'd here A small Original was there When Fancy which such Skill provokes Drew in your Brain their tender Stroaks Though none may wish that Art were less Which clothes your Thoughts in such a Dress We wish our Insight were more clear That what not seen is might appear Which in mysterious Lines express't To us seems hidden as your Breast Seeing her in a Balcone THe Sun at his first Rising so Gilding some Mountain-top does show Illuminating all below As She does from on high appear And with like Glory crowns her Sphere Enlightning her Horizon here Above those darkning Shadows plac't Which lower House-tops round us cast That usher Night e're Day be past The proper Seat and only Scene Off all things fair and all serene Which nearest Heaven still are seen Our winged Thoughts in their bold flight Out-fly not yet our raised Sight Nor ever soar a braver Height Vpwards our Eyes can nought pursue Beyond what we now boast in view While we look up to Heav'n and You. Vouchsafe then fair One to allow That we whom Fate has plac'd below To our Divinity may bow And though beneath your feet we bend Permit our Eyes but to ascend Further our Hopes dare not pretend Fanning her self SEE how the charming fair Does break the yielding Air Which by her troubled so More pure more smooth does flow Winds without murmurs rise Complaining in sad Sighs Though they dare not repine How loth they 're to resign Their Int'rest in the fair To new succeeding Air. How silently they grieve Their snatch't Embrace to leave To new Winds who their place Supply and their Embrace Courting their longer Bliss At ev'ry parting Kiss While with a gentle Gale They swell her painted Sail. Then trembling they give way Fearing to disobey Though fain they her would bear With ev'ry moving Air In vain alas they prove Unkindness to remove In vain to win the Field Air may she cannot yield Her Hand a thousand waies New Favourites does raise Which to salute her proud Do round about her croud And Rival-like pursue Th' old thrust out by the new Well may they boast they can Move false Trees in her Fanne And with their tremblings make Their Trunks though rooted shake With Oaks they may contend But She can never bend She should ev'n Storms engage Her with their roughest Rage And all their utmost prove Too stubborn is to move Looking through a Perspective SHe fearing one Eye might Let in too large a Light Or wandering betray The other 's close Survey And with new Shows amuse One Eye consents to lose But does that loss requite With th' other Eyes delight Which doubling thus its Raies Its borrow'd Beams repayes And spreading wide her view Doubles the Pleasure too The Glass she does apply Becomes another Eye And a new Sense does add To those before she had Which a new Knowledge gives Of what from far arrives And varies still her View As 't is apply'd anew While it on each Remove The Prospect does improve Stretching her length'ned Sight Yet guiding it aright Pleas'd and Amaz'd she is While she at Distance sees Fields Trees and Houses pass Through th' hollow of the Glass Approaching her so near As they had entred there But if such Power lies In her bewitching Eyes As they far off attract How would they nearer act They that draw Houses then Would near at hand draw Men. Gathering Peaches BEhold wherever she does pass How all the am'rous Trees contend Whose loaded Arms should her embrace While with their fruit tow'rds her they bend As if the willing Branches meant To her their Bounty to present The upper Boughs all bending low Her raised Arm seem to prevent While those that level with her grow To meet her easie hand consent To court her thus Lo ev'ry Peach Submits it self within her reach These she prefers refusing those Unhappy in their rip'ning last Persuaded by her Eye to choose As that the colour'd fruit does tast Which her Desire does gently move To what her Sense did first approve Fair