EURIALÆ so shows as doth the sun, When mounted on the continent of heaven: Yet oft she's clouded; but when her glory's come, Two suns appear! to make her glory even. Her smiles send brightness when the sun's not bright! Her looks give beauty, when the sun lends light! Modest and humble, of nature mild and sweet; Unmatched beauty with her virtue meeting: Proud that her lowly 'beisance doth re-greet With her chaste silence. Virtue ever keeping. This is the sun, that sets before it rise! This is a star! no less are both her eyes! Her beauty peerless! peerless is her mind! Her body matchless! matchless are her thoughts! Herself but one! but one like her, we find! Her wealth's her virtue! Such virtue is not bought! This is a heaven on earth, makes her divine! This is the sun, obscures where it doth shine! URANIA next. O that I had that Art Could write her worth! her worth no eye may see! Or that her tongue (O heaven!) were now my heart, What silver lines in showers should drop from me! My heart she keeps! how can I then indite? No heart-less creature can Love Passions write! As a black veil upon the wings of morn, Brings forth a day as clear as VENUS' face; Or a fair jewel, by an Ethiope worn, Enricheth much the eye, which it doth grace: Such is her beauty, if it well be told! Placed in a jetty chariot set with gold. Her hair, Night's canopy in mourning weeds Is still enthroned, when locked within is seen A Deity, drawn by a pair of steeds Like VENUS' eyes! And if the like have been, Her eyes two radiant stars, but yet divine! Her face day's sun (heaven all!) if once they shine! Upon the left side of this heavenly feature, In curious work, Nature hath set a seal, Wherein is writ, _This is a matchless creature!_ Where Wit and Beauty strives for the appeal: The Judges choosed are Love and Fancy. They rise, And looking on her, with her, left their eyes! Her Wit and Beauty were at many frays, "Whether the deep impressions did cause?" "Nature!" said Beauty; Art, her Wit did praise: Love thought her Face; her tongue had Truth's applause. Whilst they contend, Which was the better part? I lent an eye; She robbed me of my heart! Sisters these two are, like the Day and Night: Their glories, by their virtues they do merit, One as the Day to see the other's might; The other's Night to shadow a high spirit. If all were Day, how could a lover rest? Or if all Night, lovers were too much blest! Both fair, as eke their bodies tall and slender: Both wise, yet silence shews their modesty: Both grave, although they both are young and tender: Both humble hearted, not in policy. So fair, wise, grave, and humble are esteemed; Yet what men see, the worst of them is deemed!