University of Virginia Library

TO THE LADY PEN: SPENCER

I am turn'd Bankrupt now: for such a flood
Of Honour, Vertue, Wisdome, & all Good,
Makes our high flowing Seas of Verse appeare
Dry, fruitlesse Things. Dull Poëtry! forbeare!
When I behold those Eyes, the Orbes of Love
And Mercy, free from anger, sweetly move,
I think what Numbers may outvye that Paire,
And reckon what the secret Vertues are
Of those two Spheares; but find my Selfe undone
To tell but One; One glory but of One.
Figures, Descriptions are in vaine; each part
Is above all Arithmetick & Art.