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Those that bear a noble mind
And unless that mind I see,
Great, or good, or kind, or fair,
For if she be not for me,
AMARYLLIS I did woo,
LORDLY gallants, tell me this
Though my safe content you weigh not,
You have honours, you have wealth;
Bound to none my fortunes be;
This or that man's fall I fear not;
You are sad when others chafe,
WANTONS! 'tis not your sweet eyings,
(All united, nor asunder)
Beauties ! 'tis not all those features Placed in the fairest creatures, Though their best they should discover, That can tempt from her a lover, 'Tis not those soft snowy breasts, Where love, rock'l in pleasure, rests, And by their continual motions Draweth hearts to vain devotions ; Nor the nectar that we sip From a honey-dropping lip; Nor those eyes, whence beauty's lances Wound the heart with wanton glances ; Nor those sought delights, that lie In Love's hidden treasuryThat can liking gain, where she Will the best-beloved be.
For, should those, who think they may Draw
love from her away, Bring forth all their female graces, Wrap me in their close embraces,
Practice all the art they may,
One poor thought of her would arm me
Phil'arete to his Mistress.
[From 18 stanzas.]
HAIL, thou fairest of all creatures
Upon whom the sun doth shine ! Model of all rarest features,
And perfections most divine !
Thrice, all hail ! and blessed be Those that love and honour thee.
Though a stranger to the Muses,
Young, obscured, and despis'd, Yet such art thy love infuses,
That I thus have poetiz'd. Read, and be content to see Thy admired power in me.
On this glass of thy perfection
If that any women pry, Let them thereby take direction
To adorn themselves thereby; And if ought amiss they view, Let them dress themselves anew.
This thy picture therefore show I,
Naked, unto every eye; Yet no fear of rival know I,
Neither touch of jealousy ; For, the more make love to thee, I the more shall pleased be.