Why would you blush _Castara_, when the name Of love you heare? Who never felt his flame, Ith' shade of melancholly night doth stray, A blind Cymmerian banisht from the day. Let's chastly love _Castara_, and not soyle This Virgin lampe, by powring in the oyle Of impure thoughts. O let us sympathize, And onely talke ith' language of our eyes, Like two starres in conjunction. But beware Lest th' Angels who of love compacted are, Viewing how chastly burnes thy zealous fire, Should snatch thee hence, to joyne thee to their quire. Yet take thy flight: on earth for surely we So joyn'd, in heaven cannot divided be. _The Description of_ CASTARA. Like the Violet which alone Prospers in some happy shade; My _Castara_ lives unknowne, To no looser eye betray'd. For shee's to her selfe untrue, Who delights ith' publicke view. Such is her beauty, as no arts Have enricht with borrowed grace. Her high birth no pride imparts, For she blushes in her place. Folly boasts a glorious blood, She is noblest being good. Cautious she knew never yet What a wanton courtship meant: Not speaks loud to boast her wit, In her silence eloquent. Of her selfe survey she takes, But 'tweene men no difference makes. She obeyes with speedy will Her grave Parents wise commands. And so innocent, that ill, She nor acts, nor understands. Womens feete runne still astray. If once to ill they know the way. She sailes by that rocke, the Court, Where oft honour splits her mast: And retir'dnesse thinks the port, Where her fame may anchor cast. Vertue safely cannot sit, Where vice is enthron'd for wit. She holds that dayes pleasure best. Where sinne waits not on delight. Without maske, or ball, or feast, Sweetly spends a winters night. O're that darknesse, whence is thrust, Prayer and sleepe oft governs lust. She her throne makes reason climbe, While wild passions captive lie. And each article of time, Her pure thoughts to heaven flie: All her vowes religious be, And her love she vowes to me. _FINIS._ [Illustration] CASTARA The Second part. _Vatumque lascivos triumphos, Calcat Amor, pede conjugali._ [Illustration] _LONDON_ Printed for WILLIAM COOKE and are to be sold at his Shop, neare _Furnivals-Inne_ Gate in _Holborne_. 1639. A Wife