Those ceaselesse Sounds, aboue all, Made by those Orbes that moue all, And euer swelling there, Wrap'd vp in Numbers flowing, Them actually bestowing, For Iewels at her Eare. 30 O Rapture great and holy, Doe thou transport me wholly, So well her forme to vary, That I aloft may beare her, Whereas I will insphere her, In Regions high and starry. And in my choise Composures, The soft and easie Closures, So amorously shall meet; That euery liuely Ceasure 40 Shall tread a perfect Measure Set on so equall feet. That Spray to fame so fertle, The Louer-crowning Mirtle, In Wreaths of mixed Bowes, Within whose shades are dwelling Those Beauties most excelling, Inthron'd vpon her Browes. Those Paralels so euen, Drawne on the face of Heauen, 50 That curious Art supposes, Direct those Gems, whose cleerenesse Farre off amaze by neerenesse, Each Globe such fire incloses. Her Bosome full of Blisses, By Nature made for Kisses, So pure and wond'rous cleere, Whereas a thousand Graces Behold their louely Faces, As they are bathing there. 60 O, thou selfe-little blindnesse, The kindnesse of vnkindnesse, Yet one of those diuine; Thy Brands to me were leuer, Thy _Fascia_, and thy Quiuer, And thou this Quill of mine. This Heart so freshly bleeding, Vpon it owne selfe feeding, Whose woundes still dropping be; O Loue, thy selfe confounding, 70 Her coldnesse so abounding, And yet such heat in me. Yet if I be inspired, Ile leaue thee so admired, To all that shall succeed, That were they more then many, 'Mongst all, there is not any, That Time so oft shall read. Nor Adamant ingraued, That hath been choisely 'st saued, 80 IDEA'S Name out-weares; So large a Dower as this is, The greatest often misses, The Diadem that beares. TO HIS VALENTINE Muse, bid the Morne awake, Sad Winter now declines, Each Bird doth chuse a Make, This day 's Saint VALENTINE'S; For that good Bishop's sake Get vp, and let vs see, What Beautie it shall bee, That Fortune vs assignes. But lo, in happy How'r, The place wherein she lyes, 10 In yonder climbing Tow'r, Gilt by the glitt'ring Rise; O IOVE! that in a Show'r, As once that Thund'rer did, When he in drops lay hid, That I could her surprize.