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3. The Picture of the BODY.
Sitting, and ready to be drawne,
What makes these Velvets, Silkes, and Lawne,
Embroderies, Feathers, Fringes, Lace,
Where every lim takes like a face?
What makes these Velvets, Silkes, and Lawne,
Embroderies, Feathers, Fringes, Lace,
Where every lim takes like a face?
Send these suspected helpes, to aide
Some Forme defective, or decay'd;
This beautie without falshood fayre,
Needs nought to cloath it but the ayre.
Some Forme defective, or decay'd;
This beautie without falshood fayre,
Needs nought to cloath it but the ayre.
Yet something, to the Painters view,
Were fitly interpos'd; so new:
Hee shall, if he can understand,
Worke with my fancie, his owne hand.
Were fitly interpos'd; so new:
Hee shall, if he can understand,
Worke with my fancie, his owne hand.
Draw first a Cloud: all save her neck;
And, out of that, make Day to breake;
Till, like her face, it doe appeare,
And Men may thinke, all light rose there.
And, out of that, make Day to breake;
Till, like her face, it doe appeare,
And Men may thinke, all light rose there.
Then let the beames of that, disperse
The Cloud, and show the Universe;
But at such distance, as the eye
May rather yet adore, then spy.
The Cloud, and show the Universe;
But at such distance, as the eye
May rather yet adore, then spy.
The Heaven design'd, draw next a Spring,
With all that Youth, or it can bring:
Foure Rivers branching forth like Seas,
And Paradise confining these.
With all that Youth, or it can bring:
Foure Rivers branching forth like Seas,
And Paradise confining these.
Last, draw the circles of this Globe,
And let there be a starry Robe
Of Constellations 'bout her horld;
And thou hast painted beauties world.
And let there be a starry Robe
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And thou hast painted beauties world.
But, Painter, see thou doe not sell
A Copie of this peece; nor tell
Whose 'tis: but if it favour find,
Next sitting we will draw her mind.
A Copie of this peece; nor tell
Whose 'tis: but if it favour find,
Next sitting we will draw her mind.
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