1Look up, sad eyes, behold the smiling morn,
she her golden
tresses doth adorn
3With sparkling gems and roses
gillyflowers whose aromatic scent
5Perfumes the world; look but up and see!
6Trust me, her beauty will enamor thee.
7She is so sweet, so young, so heavenly fair,
8With blushing cheeks, clear eyes, and curling hair.
9View that fair breast which, in her prime of youth,
10Gave nourishment unto eternal
11O, that I once could see that lovely sight:
12Astraea, naked in the arms of
13But O, I ne’er can see it, till above
involved in endless joy and love.
15View, then, those robes which doth her limbs enfold,
16Rich purple, fringed with
Cynthie doth her
sickly beauty shroud,
18And for a veil
she wears a sable cloud;
19And all the other glitt’ring globes of light
20Contract their beams and
trundle out of sight.
21Had I lived on the multiplicity
22Of heathen gods, my chief felicity
23Would surely be rich temples to adorn
24Unto the rising luster of the morn:
Juno, Bellona, and the Queen of Love,
And she whose daughter turned into a dove,
Berecynthia and her numerous brood,
Diana, pleased with virgin’s blood,
Ceres: all these would I slight,
30And victims offer unto none but Light.
Doris and her floating frothy train,
Leucothea that in stately Thebes did reign,
Isis, the cow, the goddess, and the maid,
34Even all that on the
36Because her altars did no oft’ner smoke;
37For I, with incense, would so cloud the skies
should obscure the luster of her eyes.