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

VVhen you were born, sure nature meant
some other thing:
Whose meaning (by your discontent)
Youl'd peevishly to ruine bring.
The Sun doth shine, the stars hold forth,
And so should you expose your worth.

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Why should a face, whose Magick may
weak seuls recruit,
The villins and the veils obey?
Or wherefore should that tongue be mute,
Whose harmony to mortal ears,
Sings high and sweeter then the Sphears?

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Each for her Countreys welsare, came
into the earth.

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Part of her best parts we may claim;
As truly forfeit at her birth;
Yet since forc't boons are not so kinde,
We'l beg your face, and vertuous minde.

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As did Medusa by her eyes,
to stones convert
Each daring look; so thine surprise;
But 'tis not with Medusa's art:
As flesh to stones transformed she,
So stony hearts are broke by thee.

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Thy sacred lips, where cherries grow,
set round with spice,
Whence loves Electars freely flow;
Why in recess constrain'd so nice?
Sure he shall die unblest that misses
The famous booty of your kisses.

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Will thy bright beams be ere the less
for lighting me?

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Or [illeg.]A pleasant Grove?
Or will it blur thy comliness?
Or stigmatize thy dignity?
Then lie no longer in the Mines:
Diana's chast. and yet she shines.

VII

Pray what avails Diana's tower?
Or what consent
Is couched in the golden shower,
While she receives imprisonment?
The life of beauty's by resort,
Not in the prison, but the Court.

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Then bring thine Eastern cheeks abroad,
And hide no more
Those Gems each judgement would applaud,
And with a reverence adore.
So both your self and we in this
Shall have the greater share in bliss.

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On his retired Lady.

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