The Treasury of Musick Containing ayres and dialogues To Sing to the theorbo-lute or basse-viol. Composed |
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Beauties Excellency.
Gaze not on Swans, in whose soft breast
A full hatcht beauty seems to nest;
Nor Snow, which (falling from the Sky)
Hovers in its Virginity.
A full hatcht beauty seems to nest;
Nor Snow, which (falling from the Sky)
Hovers in its Virginity.
Gaze not on Roses, though new blown,
Grac'd with a fresh complexion;
Nor Lillies, which no subtle Bee
Hath rob'd by kissing Chymistrie.
Grac'd with a fresh complexion;
Nor Lillies, which no subtle Bee
Hath rob'd by kissing Chymistrie.
For if my Emp'ress appears,
Swans moultring dye, Snow melts to tears;
Roses do blush and hang their heads,
Pale Lillies shrink into their beds.
Swans moultring dye, Snow melts to tears;
Roses do blush and hang their heads,
Pale Lillies shrink into their beds.
Gaze not on that pure Milky way
Where night uses splendour with the day;
Nor Pearl, whose silver walls confine
The Riches of an Indian Mine.
Where night uses splendour with the day;
Nor Pearl, whose silver walls confine
The Riches of an Indian Mine.
The Milky way rides post, to shroud
Its baffled glory in a Cloud;
And Pearls do climb into her ear,
To hang themselves for Envy there.
Its baffled glory in a Cloud;
And Pearls do climb into her ear,
To hang themselves for Envy there.
So have I seen Stars big with light
Prove Lanthorns to the Moon-ey'd night;
Which when Sol's Rays were once display'd,
Sink in their Sockets, and decay'd.
Prove Lanthorns to the Moon-ey'd night;
Which when Sol's Rays were once display'd,
Sink in their Sockets, and decay'd.
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