Poesis Rediviva | ||
To a refin'd Lady.
But come choice piece of Nature more refin'd,Perfection to a quintessence refin'd;
I'le no more study the Philosophers stone,
Eugenia mine, th' Elixir's sure mine own.
Please me my yellow girl, she shall thee touch,
I fanci'd gold, but then I'le make thee such.
Poesis Rediviva | ||