Wit A Sporting In a pleasant Grove Of New Fancies ::

Pore we on Clods, this dull Creation
Thou our Gem hid? with whom's inshrind,
The longings, blisses of Mankind:
Is't for our sins, that righteous Heaven
Hath us this Plague 'mongst others Given.
This Judgment sent (alas) that we
Must lose thy Presence, and want Thee?
Or did we too prophanely slight
That blessing, meanly rate thy Sight
Enjoyd? when thou (more justly-nice)
By want dost please t'inhanceyth Price:
An angry absence must alone
Make theemore reverenc't, and moreknown.
Or last; was't Charity divine
T'our errors, fraylties, did confine
Thee to thy Chamber, Prayers t'implore
And attone for us? O restore
That Face back, fayr Example t'us;
We shall grow good, less criminous.
Rare Beauties were not made at all
For cloystring, and live-burial,
Though Bats, Owls be: those glorious Seven
The unwasted Lamps of Earth and Heaven.
(Sky-brooches) lo, they were not thrust
To corners, log'd in Rubbish, dust,
But shine to th'world, and traverse by
Sphears blazing Pageants: whilst hid lye
(Earth-chested) Gold, Gems, wher's their glory:

Sight's all; that magnifies thy story.
Sometime tis wholsom, purest Maid,
To ayr thee through the field and shade;
When from some Hill fayr-map'd does ly
Small Europe, travailed by thine Eye:
And th'amazd People gazing round,
As though another Morn were found.
For as through sight thou Physick'st us:
And our dross-spirits refinest thus
To suttle Fire this Earth Ayr grown,
Pure Quintessentiall: whilst (anon)
The Bloods too revel't in each Veine
So thou dost Physick thy Selfe again.
Mays Sovereign, delicious ayr,
Twil make that Cheek more snowy-fayr
(If possible,) those Brests of spice
Thus fan'd more, Beds of Paradice:
Twill make that Angell-shape to strike
Our eyes with motion Angel-like,
Quick, sprightly; improve that daynti'st Frame
So lively, as if all Soul became:
Then shew thee oft deare Cordial; thus
Thou physickst both thy self and us.

University of Virginia Library

On Phillis Close Nun-like Retirement.