_Meli._ Hast, Shepherd, hast to cleanse away thy stains, Let not thy Youth, of Time the goodly spring, Neglected pass, that nothing forth it bring But noxious Weeds: which cultivated might Produce such Crop, as now would thee delight, And give thee after Fame: For Vertues Fruit Believe it, not alone with Age does sute, Nought adorns Youth like to a Noble Mind, In thee this Union let _Amira_ find. _Lici._ O fear her not! she'l serve him in his kind. _Meli._ See how Discourse upon the Time does prey, Those hours pass swiftest, that we talk away. Declining _Sol_ forsaken hath the Fields, And Mountains highest Summits only gildes: Which warns us home-wards with our Flocks to make. _Alci._ Along with thee our Thanks and Praises take. _Aste._ In which our Hearts do all in One unite. _Lici._ Our Wishes too, That on thy Head may light, What e're the Gods as their Best Gifts bestow. _Meli._ Kind Nymphs on you may Equal Blessings flow. On my Aunt Mrs A. K. _Drown'd under_ London-bridge, _in the_ QUEENS _Bardge_, Anno 1641. The Darling of a Father Good and Wise, The Vertue, which a Vertuous Age did prize; The Beauty Excellent, even to those were Faire, Subscrib'd unto, by such as might compare; The Star that 'bove her Orb did always move, And yet the Noblest did not Hate, but Love; And those who most upon their Title stood, Vail'd also to, because she did more Good. To whom the Wrong'd, and Worthy did resort, } And held their Sutes obtain'd, if only brought; } The highest Saint in all the Heav'n of Court. } So Noble was her Aire, so Great her Meen, She seem'd a Friend, not Servant to the Queen. To Sin, if known, she never did give way, Vice could not Storm her, could it not betray. When angry Heav'n extinguisht her fair Light, It seem'd to say, _Nought's Precious in my sight; As I in Waves this Paragon have drown'd, The Nation next, and King I will confound_. On a young Lady _Whose_ LORD _was Travelling_.