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Female Glory.
'Mongst
the worlds wonders, there doth yet remain
One greater than the rest, that's all those o're again
And her own self beside; A Lady whose soft Breast,
Is with vast Honours Soul, and Virtues Life possest.
Fair, as Original Light, first from the Chaos shot,
When day in Virgin-beams triumph'd, and Night was not.
And as that Breath infus'd in the New-breather Good,
When Ill unknown was dumb, and Bad not understood;
Chearful, as that Aspect at this world's finishing;
When Cherubims clapp'd wings, and th'Sons of Heav'n did sing.
One greater than the rest, that's all those o're again
And her own self beside; A Lady whose soft Breast,
Is with vast Honours Soul, and Virtues Life possest.
Fair, as Original Light, first from the Chaos shot,
When day in Virgin-beams triumph'd, and Night was not.
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When Ill unknown was dumb, and Bad not understood;
Chearful, as that Aspect at this world's finishing;
When Cherubims clapp'd wings, and th'Sons of Heav'n did sing.
Chast as th' Arabian bird, who all the Ayr denyes,
And ev'n in Flames expires, when with her self she lyes.
Oh! she's as kind as drops of new faln April Showers,
That on each gentle breast, spring fresh perfuming flowers;
She's Constant, Gen'rous, Fixt, she's Calm, she is the All
We can of Vertue, Honour, Faith, or Glory Call,
And she is (whom I thus transmit to endless fame)
Mistresse oth'World, and me, & LAURA is her Name.
And ev'n in Flames expires, when with her self she lyes.
Oh! she's as kind as drops of new faln April Showers,
That on each gentle breast, spring fresh perfuming flowers;
She's Constant, Gen'rous, Fixt, she's Calm, she is the All
We can of Vertue, Honour, Faith, or Glory Call,
And she is (whom I thus transmit to endless fame)
Mistresse oth'World, and me, & LAURA is her Name.
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