SONG.
1
Come thou friendly Hand and Voice,
Let your Art,
Well conjoyned, sooth my Heart
(Grief by Charms allay'd) Rejoyce;
Riddles shewing:
Time howere
Do's Bound appear
For Payment, full content bestowing.
2
Master of my Beauteous Flame,
I Burning. prove;
Whilst oreflow dear Streams of Love
Thirst-like want of Joy proclaim:
Daunt with pleasure,
I do own
Chief Mine alone,
Yet not dare to Grasp the Treasure.
3
Ripe and Wealthiest Ground of Corn,
Grapes Possess
Of Transcendent Lusciousness,
Starv'd withal, since Fruit forborn:
Hope still eases,
Seems t'afford
Sweet Crop, Gold Hoard,
Whilst Delay'd sad Fancy pleases.
