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PHILLIS Hand and Glove.
 
 
 
 
 
 


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PHILLIS Hand and Glove.

Fair Phillis, my ambitious Muse
Through its aspiring zeal we'd choose
Rather to charm thy hand then Glove,
Court that Diviner form, my Love;
T'whom Snow with th'Alablaster mine
Great Style of Whiteness only assign:
Where azure streams in purling measure
Make Cupids Isles and Place of pleasure.
But this eclipses vails their light,
And pleads Commission for't; worse spight;
Whilst [cas'd up] beauteous they appear
Like sacred-Twin-like Relicks there:
Worth 'bove all Romes; like cloysterd Nuns,
Or silver Orb involved Moons:
Not nak'd to each unworthy eye
Or the Suns bolder kisses lye,
[Sight fit'st for King] but then devest,
Break forth like Morns their dusky East,
When silk and gold as touch more fine;
Some Needle-Miracle design;

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VVhere laid to th'eye small new Creation,
Birds, Beasts so near inanimation;
So true that Natures self does start;
Halfe mothering that meer Child of Art:
Mock'd by this Landskip, nye mistakes
For her own work th'Hills, Plants, and Lakes.
Sweet'st Recluse-payr! you meanlyer-choice
Beauties triumph it now, rejoyce;
Let coorser Hands now boldly shew,
Seek t'enamour with worse Snow.
Your Gloves kind pardon, if I seem
Transported here with whats their Gem,
Chief Riches, Glory; wherefore spight
Should not ore-long debar my sight:
Since I love these too, even in this
Fine, Prittyest, winning beauty is;
Both as it self, and as 'tis thine:
So dainty-shap'd, Symmetrick, fine,
Pure-white withal, that it might stand
A rude-drawn Picture to that hand:
VVherein (methinks) breath highest sweets
VVhose sublimation Juno fits:
This Pattern seems for the best of gloves
(As that for hands) like th'Queen of Leves.
O Cupid wouldst ordain that I
Under that form might hug so nigh
That loved Hand; [miraculous feat!]
But ah, I fear my Youthful Heat,

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Sighs soft-breath'd whispers, joyful Dance
Oth' panting-Heart, then colder Trance
With fervent raven us kisses, soon
Would blab the Cozenage; all undone:
When I'm cashir'd eternally:
Whereas that Favourit-Glove laid by
Recloaths that Beauty; exalted is
To its late Paradisian Bliss.