Love.
1
O Nectar! O Delicious Stream!
O ravishing and only Pleasure! Where
Shall such another Theme
Inspire my Tongue with Joys, or pleas mine Ear!
Abridgement of Delights!
And Queen of Sights!
O Mine of Rarities! O Kingdom Wide!
O more! O Caus of all! O Glorious Bride!
O God! O Bride of God! O King!
O Soul and Crown of evry Thing!
2
Did not I covet to behold
Som Endless Monarch, that did always live
In Palaces of Gold
Willing all Kingdoms Realms and Crowns to give
Unto my Soul! Whose Lov
A Spring might prov
Of Endless Glories, Honors, friendships, Pleasures,
Joys, Praises, Beauties and Celestial Treasures!
Lo, now I see there's such a King,
The fountain Head of evry Thing!
3
Did my Ambition ever Dream
Of such a Lord, of such a Love! Did I
Expect so Sweet a Stream
As this at any time! Could any Ey
Believ it? Why all Power
Is used here
Joys down from Heaven on my Head to shower
And Jove beyond the Fiction doth appear
Once more in Golden Rain to come
To Danae's Pleasing Fruitfull Womb.
4
His Ganimede! His Life! His Joy!
Or he comes down to me, or takes me up
That I might be his Boy,
And fill, and taste, and give, and Drink the Cup.
But these (tho great) are all
Too short and small,
Too Weak and feeble Pictures to Express
The true Mysterious Depths of Blessedness.
I am his Image, and his Friend.
His Son, Bride, Glory, Temple, End.
