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So when my Mistress shall be seen
In sweetness of her looks and mind,
By virtue first, then choice, a Queen,
Tell me, if she were not design’d
Th’ eclipse and glory of her kind?
Sir H. Wotton
In sweetness of her looks and mind,
By virtue first, then choice, a Queen,
Tell me, if she were not design’d
Th’ eclipse and glory of her kind?
Sir H. Wotton
lxxxv
TO THE LADY MARGARET LEY
Daughter to that good earl, once President
Of England’s council and her treasury,
Who lived in both, unstain’d with gold or fee,
And left them both, more in himself content,
Of England’s council and her treasury,
Who lived in both, unstain’d with gold or fee,
And left them both, more in himself content,
Till the sad breaking of that parliament
Broke him, as that dishonest victory
At Chaeronea, fatal to liberty,
Kill’d with report that old man eloquent;—
Broke him, as that dishonest victory
At Chaeronea, fatal to liberty,
Kill’d with report that old man eloquent;—
Though later born than to have known the days
Wherein your father flourish’d, yet by you,
Madam, methinks I see him living yet;
Wherein your father flourish’d, yet by you,
Madam, methinks I see him living yet;
So well your words his noble virtues praise,
That all both judge you to relate them true,
And to possess them, honour’d Margaret.
J. Milton
That all both judge you to relate them true,
And to possess them, honour’d Margaret.
J. Milton
lxxxvi
THE LOVELINESS OF LOVE
It is not Beauty I demand,
A crystal brow, the moon’s despair,
Nor the snow’s daughter, a while hand,
Nor mermaid’s yellow pride of hair:
A crystal brow, the moon’s despair,
Nor the snow’s daughter, a while hand,
Nor mermaid’s yellow pride of hair:
Tell me not of your starry eyes,
Your lips that seem on roses fed.
Your breasts, where Cupid tumbling lies
Nor sleeps for kissing of his bed:—
Your lips that seem on roses fed.
Your breasts, where Cupid tumbling lies
Nor sleeps for kissing of his bed:—
