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Poesie I. The patrones conceyte:
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The initial letter of each of the first seven stanzas and of each line of the eighth stanza is emboldened, to spell Dorothy Halsal.
Domesticke Goddes of the Sea-whal'd Isle,
Heau'ns erected trophies of thy prayes,
Avroras blush, that beautifies thy smile,
Shines far more bright then Phœbus goulden rayes,
Natures chiefe pride, the map of beauties grace,
Loues louely sweete, which vertue doth embrace.
Heau'ns erected trophies of thy prayes,
Avroras blush, that beautifies thy smile,
Shines far more bright then Phœbus goulden rayes,
Natures chiefe pride, the map of beauties grace,
Loues louely sweete, which vertue doth embrace.
Of-spring of fludds, borne of the salt-sea foame,
Thoughts-maze that doth to Pallas bower inclines
A Commet, that in starrie night doth gloame.
And doth presage of misteries diuine?
An ornament, bedeck'd with goulden tyres,
A pearle in camp'd in strength of chaste desires.
Thoughts-maze that doth to Pallas bower inclines
A Commet, that in starrie night doth gloame.
And doth presage of misteries diuine?
An ornament, bedeck'd with goulden tyres,
A pearle in camp'd in strength of chaste desires.
Reposed rest of Adon's ardent looke.
Thy Christall-pointed eies (like Saphyres blue,
Set in the snowe) doe hide a bayted hooke:
Which doth intrap by force of Goulden hue:
Were Adon here to viewe thy Venvs eye
Could Adon such a Venvs suite denye.
Thy Christall-pointed eies (like Saphyres blue,
Set in the snowe) doe hide a bayted hooke:
Which doth intrap by force of Goulden hue:
Were Adon here to viewe thy Venvs eye
Could Adon such a Venvs suite denye.
Olympus Queene, that doth commaunde the skyes,
Whose shining beam's doe light the westerne Isle,
No base aspect in thy sweete bodie lies,
Thy fauours doe the stealing time beguile:
For precious breath so doth perfume the ayre,
That all applaude thou onl art sweete and faire.
Whose shining beam's doe light the westerne Isle,
No base aspect in thy sweete bodie lies,
Thy fauours doe the stealing time beguile:
For precious breath so doth perfume the ayre,
That all applaude thou onl art sweete and faire.
The Radian beam's of natur's purest die,
With honours Equipage long liue thy fame,
Whose siluer arkes, surpassing Christall skie,
Doth force loue Queene to reuerence thy name:
Starrs doe inuay, that earth retaineth thee,
From making Fourth amongst the graces Three.
With honours Equipage long liue thy fame,
Whose siluer arkes, surpassing Christall skie,
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Starrs doe inuay, that earth retaineth thee,
From making Fourth amongst the graces Three.
Heau'ns newe ioy, earth's possessed wonder,
The welkins pride, if they might thee embraece,
As they did Ioves loue that kills with thunder,
Thy memorie her beautie doth deface.
Liue long thou star, which in the North doth shine,
That noble worth's may fill thy sacred shrine.
The welkins pride, if they might thee embraece,
As they did Ioves loue that kills with thunder,
Thy memorie her beautie doth deface.
Liue long thou star, which in the North doth shine,
That noble worth's may fill thy sacred shrine.
Ympe graft with vertue in her tender yeeres,
Deriuing honour from her noble stocke,
Which Needles weare? for honour still appeer's
Within her browe, which doth fames cradle rocke;
Whose searching wit, dipt in Minervas vaine,
Fraught with content, doth Pallas prayses staine.
Deriuing honour from her noble stocke,
Which Needles weare? for honour still appeer's
Within her browe, which doth fames cradle rocke;
Whose searching wit, dipt in Minervas vaine,
Fraught with content, doth Pallas prayses staine.
Hibbla hath Bees, stor'd with a sweete encrease,
And shee hath beautie, furnished with grace,
Liue stinges doe pricke, though hony's taste to please,
So woundes her beautie those which it embrace:
A Lampe of glorie shines in thee alone,
Liue long in earth thou match-lesse Paragone.
And shee hath beautie, furnished with grace,
Liue stinges doe pricke, though hony's taste to please,
So woundes her beautie those which it embrace:
A Lampe of glorie shines in thee alone,
Liue long in earth thou match-lesse Paragone.
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