Zepheria :: :: University of Virginia Library

When cleere hath bin thy brow & free from wrinckle,
(Thy smoothed brow my soules sole Hyrarchy)
When sweetly hath appear'd in cheeke the dimple
(Their loue enthron'd swayes powrefull Monarchy)
Glad, haue I then rich statues to his deitie
Erected, then haue I his altar hallowed,
His rites I held with hie solemnitie,
His trophey deckt, and it with rosebuds strowed.
I kist thy cheeke, then thou with gold artillerie
Hast him engyrt, tasseld with purple twine
Featly contriu'd to hang his quiuer by,
Besides a crimson scarfe to vayle his eyne:
But see, no sooner was he gay apparelled
But that (false boy) away from vs he fled.