When some new bright guest Takes vp among the starres a room, And Heaun will make a feast: Angels with crystall violls come _phials_ And draw from these full eyes of thine, 35 Their Master's water, their own wine. VII. The deaw no more will weep The primrose's pale cheek to deck: The deaw no more will sleep Nuzzel'd in the lilly's neck; 40 Much rather would it be thy tear, And leaue them both to tremble here. VIII. Not the soft gold which Steales from the amber-weeping tree, Makes Sorrow halfe so rich 45 As the drops distil'd from thee. Sorrowe's best iewels lye in these Caskets, of which Heaven keeps the keyes. IX. When Sorrow would be seen In her brightest majesty: 50 (For she is a Queen): Then is she drest by none but thee. Then, and only then, she weares Her proudest pearles: I mean, thy teares. X. Not in the Euening's eyes, 55 When they red with weeping are For the Sun that dyes; Sitts Sorrow with a face so fair. Nowhere but here did ever meet Sweetnesse so sad, sadnesse so sweet. 60 XI. Sadnesse all the while Shee sits in such a throne as this, Can doe nought but smile, Nor beleeves she Sadnesse is: Gladnesse it selfe would be more glad, 65 To bee made soe sweetly sad. XII. There's no need at all, That the balsom-sweating bough So coyly should let fall His med'cinable teares; for now 70 Nature hath learnt to' extract a deaw More soueraign and sweet, from you. XIII. Yet let the poore drops weep (Weeping is the ease of Woe): Softly let them creep, 75 Sad that they are vanquish't so. They, though to others no releife, Balsom may be for their own greife. XIV. Golden though he be, Golden Tagus murmures though. 80 Were his way by thee, Content and quiet he would goe; Soe much more rich would he esteem Thy syluer, then his golden stream. XV. Well does the May that lyes 85 Smiling in thy cheeks, confesse The April in thine eyes; Mutuall sweetnesse they expresse. No April ere lent kinder showres, Nor May return'd more faithfull flowres. 90 XVI.