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Amanda

A Sacrifice To an Unknown Goddesse, or, A Free-Will Offering Of a loving Heart to a Sweet-Heart. By N. H. [i.e. Nicholas Hookes]
 
 

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Beautie.

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Beauty is Nature's, and the Woman's glory,
The loudest Emphasis in the story
Of female worth and praise, the Alphabet
Where love doth spell it's first desire,
The field where red and white are met
To mingle wonder; 'tis the match,
The spark and tinder, which doth quickly catch
And light the fire
O'th' lamp of love,
Which flames within the eyes
Of those who towards Cupids Altar move
To offer up their hearts in sacrifice.

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Beautie's an honest kinde of sorcerie
It hath a sweet bewitching facultie;

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It is the sauce doth tempt loves appetite,
Which to intemperance it doth oft incite,
Till it provoke a lustful gluttonie
Beyond the satisfaction of the eye;
Love is but Beauties creature,
It hath its being from its Makers feature;
'Tis Beautie deifies
The goddesse Woman,
She whom we now so idolize;
Without it, would be ador'd by no man.

3

Beautie is Magick works by qualities
Are lesse occult, how it doth charme the eyes
Is visible, but ne're enough: for still
The more 'tis seen and view'd, more lovely 'twill
Appear, and tempt with stronger Argument
Then the first glances rais'd, i'th' cast
Of punie thoughts and fancies, till at last
It breeds a discontent
I'th' other senses, which all mutinie,
(Starv'd in the surfet of the eye)
To share in its delight,
And never lin
Till they are slain, or fairely win
The place where Beauties flags to love invite.

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Both eyes were made for Beautie purposely,
The most delightful object we can see,
'Tis that gilds Cupid's wings, and makes the boy
Be entertain'd with extasies of joy;

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'Tis the best kinde of Natures handicraft,
Her choicest piece of pencil-work, her draft
In colours to the life, suppose
The spotlesse lilie and the rose,
Should blend their damask and their snow,
The mixture which doth flow
From their embrace,
Is Beauty in its pride and state,
Which (ne're till then) I spi'd of late
In the rare features of Amanda's face.