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Lucasta's World.
Epode.
I
Cold as the breath of winds that blowTo silver shot descending snow
Lucasta sight; when she did close
The World in frosty chaines!
And then a frowne to Rubies frose
The blood boyl'd in our veines:
Yet cooled not the heat her Sphere
Of Beauties, first had kindled there.
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II
Then mov'd, and with a suddaine FlameImpatient to melt all againe,
Straight from het eyes she lightning hurl'd,
And Earth in ashes mournes;
The Sun his blaze denies the world,
And in her luster burnes:
Yet warmed not the hearts, her nice
Disdaine had first congeal'd to Ice.
III
And now her teares nor griev'd desireCan quench this raging, pleasing sire;
Fate but one way allowes; behold
Her smiles Divinity!
They fann'd this heat, and thaw'd that cold,
So fram'd up a new sky.
Thus Earth from flames and Ice reproev'd,
E're since hath in her Sun-shine liv'd.
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