Divine raptvres or piety in poesie :: :: University of Virginia Library

Yov wanton Lads, that spend your winged time,
And chant your eares, in reading lustfull rime,
Who like transform'd Acteon range about,
And beate the woods to finde Diana out,
I'st this you'ld have? then hence: here's no content
For you, my Muse ne're knew what Venus meant;
But stay: I may subvert your rude conceit;
And every verse may proove a heavenly baite:
O that ye were such captives! then yould be
Thrice happy: such as these are onely free,
Leave, leave your wanton toyes; and let alone
Apollo sporting at his Helicon,
Let Vulcan deale with Venus, whats to thee
Although shee dandle Cupids on her knee?
Be not inchanted with her wanton charmes,
Let her not hugge thee in her whorish armes,
But wisely doe (as Neptune did) in spite
Of all, spue out the Lady Aphrodite,
Come, come fond lad, what? would'st thou faine espye,
A glorious object for thy wandring eye?
And glut thy sight with beauty? would'st behold
A visage that will make thy Venus cold?
If this be all, Ile give thy eye delight:
Come see that face that lendes the Sunne his light,

Come see that face that makes the heavens to shine,
Come see that glorious face, that lends thee thine,
Come and behold that face which if thou see,
Aright, t'will make the earth a heaven to thee,
Come see that glistring face from which arise
Such glorious beames that dazels Angels eyes,
What canst have more; but dost thou thinke that such
A comely visage will not let thee touch?
Or dost thou thinke a Sunne that shines so cleare,
Will scorne to let a lesser Orbe come neere?
No thou mistak'st: say, dost thou truely thirst,
For him? I dare avouch hee lov'd thee first,
Be not dismaid, It needes no more dispute,
Come give this glorious face a kinde salute.