(7) So fair Aurora
[I]
So fair Aurora doth her self discover,
Asham'd oth' aged bed of her cold Lover,
In modest blushes, whilst the treacherous light
Betrays her early shame to the worlds sight.
Such a bright colour doth the morning rose diffuse,
When she her soft self doth disclose
Half drown'd in dew, whilest on each leaf a tear
Of night doth like a dissolv'd pearl appear.
II
Yet 'twere in vaine a colour out to seek
To parallell my Chariessa's Cheek,
Lesse are conferd with greater, and these seem
To blush like her, not she to blush like them.
But whence faire Soule this passion what pretence
Had guilt to staine thy spotlesse innocence;
Those onely this feele who have guilty been,
Nor any blushes know but who know sin.
The Close.
Then blush no more, but let thy chaster flame
That knows no cause know no effects of shame.
