Roses in breathing forth their scent, Or stars their borrowed ornament; Nymphs in the wat'ry sphere that move, Or Angels in their orbs above; The wingéd chariot of the light, Or the slow silent wheels of night; The shade, which from the swifter sun Doth in a circular motion run; Or souls that their eternal rest do keep, Make far more noise than Celia's breath in sleep. 10 But if the Angel, which inspires This subtile flame with active fires, Should mould this breath to words, and those Into a harmony dispose, The music of this heavenly sphere Would steal each soul out at the ear, And into plants and stones infuse A life that Cherubins would choose; And with new powers invert the laws of Fate, Kill those that live, and dead things animate. 20 [_Celia Singing._] _1647_ 'Celia sleeping or singing', and printed without stanza-break.] [Line: 10 more] Some imp of the press altered 'more' to 'less' in the later 'edition'. _1647_ has 'more', which has been restored in text.] [Line: 12 _1647_ 'frame'--tempting, but perhaps not certain.] [Line: 13 _1647_ 'his'--again _nescio an recte_.] [Line: 19 _1647_ 'power'.] _A la Mesme._ Belle voix, dont les charmes desrobent mon âme, Et au lieu d'un esprit m'animent d'une flamme, Dont je sens la subtile et la douce chaleur Entrer par mon oreille et glisser dans mon c[oe]ur; Me faisant esprever par cette aimable vie, Nos âmes ne consistent que d'une harmonie; Que la vie m'est douce, la mort m'est sans peine, Puisqu'on les trouve toutes deux dans ton haleine: Ne m'espargne donc pas; satisfais tes rigueurs; Car si tu me souffres de vivre, je me meurs. 10 [_A la Mesme_] _1647_ 'A une Dame qui chantoit'. Stanley does not, like some more modern English writers of French verse, neglect his final _e_'s, but he takes remarkable liberties with the caesura. 'Esprever' (l. 5) is not wrong necessarily.] _The Return._ Beauty, whose soft magnetic chains _Beauty, thy harsh imperious chains_ Nor time nor absence can untie, _As a scorned weight I here untie_, Thy power the narrow bounds disdains _Since thy proud empire those disdains_ Of Nature or philosophy, _Of reason or philosophy_, That canst by unconfinéd laws _That wouldst within tyrannic laws_ A motion, though at distance, cause. _Confine the power of each free cause._