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To Mrs. D. S. on the birth of Sidney, her second Son.
Dear Neice.
May rest drown all thy paines: But never sleep
Thy painfull merits whilst feet Verses keep,
And Muses wings they shall along, and blow
Thy Fame abroad, whilst time shall circuits go
To judge strifes elementall, and arowse
The drousy world to mind this noble spouse.
Thy painfull merits whilst feet Verses keep,
And Muses wings they shall along, and blow
Thy Fame abroad, whilst time shall circuits go
To judge strifes elementall, and arowse
The drousy world to mind this noble spouse.
How opportunely her Heroick fruit
Waving her own, doth our torn sex recruit
Two Boyes have sprung from her wombs lively mold,
'Ere both the Parents fourty Summers told.
She might such humane Goddesses produce
As might the relaps'd world again amuse
Into Idolatry, and justify
Bright Cyprias fable, each poetick ly
Old Greece or any modern lover made
To deify the beauty of a Maid.
Waving her own, doth our torn sex recruit
Two Boyes have sprung from her wombs lively mold,
'Ere both the Parents fourty Summers told.
She might such humane Goddesses produce
As might the relaps'd world again amuse
Into Idolatry, and justify
Bright Cyprias fable, each poetick ly
Old Greece or any modern lover made
To deify the beauty of a Maid.
But The prizing her mate 'bove her own eyes
Him rather with his likenesse gratifies;
The reason, if a Poet may divine,
Why all her Blossomes quicken masculine
Is, that her Brethren (never extant seen,
But possible) by Fate have kindred been
Into her flesh, which flowers in Virgin Snow
Benum'd, slept in their winter cause, till now
That Nuptiall Sun approacht, whose piercing ray
Op'ning their Urn, recall'd them into day.
On this trade Angells wait, and on their wing
Created Soules into new Bodies bring:
What power hath Love, that can set Heaven a task
To make a Gem, when he prepares the Cask?
And if well set, or void of heynous flaw,
Ordained by the Creatures gracious Law
For his own weating, which himselfe will own
An Ornament even to his burnisht Crown.
Him rather with his likenesse gratifies;
The reason, if a Poet may divine,
Why all her Blossomes quicken masculine
Is, that her Brethren (never extant seen,
But possible) by Fate have kindred been
Into her flesh, which flowers in Virgin Snow
Benum'd, slept in their winter cause, till now
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Op'ning their Urn, recall'd them into day.
On this trade Angells wait, and on their wing
Created Soules into new Bodies bring:
What power hath Love, that can set Heaven a task
To make a Gem, when he prepares the Cask?
And if well set, or void of heynous flaw,
Ordained by the Creatures gracious Law
For his own weating, which himselfe will own
An Ornament even to his burnisht Crown.
On then fair spouse, and ease the pangs of Birth
By thinking you enrich both Heaven and Earth.
Think you may live till they in honours sphear
Brighter then the Tindaridæ appear;
And then you cannot dy? the lives you gave,
They amply will repay, despoile the grave
Of your Immortall name: may you behold
Them sully act the praise I faintly told.
By thinking you enrich both Heaven and Earth.
Think you may live till they in honours sphear
Brighter then the Tindaridæ appear;
And then you cannot dy? the lives you gave,
They amply will repay, despoile the grave
Of your Immortall name: may you behold
Them sully act the praise I faintly told.
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