University of Virginia Library



Upon this Poem.

Some will collect from hence (they cannot chuse)
That I'm espous'd; so am I to my Muse.
Whose presence yeelds such solace to my life,
I would not change with OVERBERIE'S wife.
Toyes, Tyres and Dressings take not her desires,
She feeds her fancie with diviner fires;
Which so enliven me when I turne to her,
“Though I enjoy her, night by night I woo her.
My Hymenæall-Heav'nly Hymne is this,
Christ Jesus is my Spouse, and I am his.
That MUSE which is not dedicate to Him
“Breakes her First faith, and soiles her Bed with sin.