1Louely Aurora
, o how Heavenly faire 2Do’s she apeare with her dissheveld haire
3Pearl’d or’e
with odours of the early East 4How infinitely shee doth our Sences feast
5Shee needs noe Gemm̄s her snowey Neck
to adorne 6For what can luster add unto the Morne
7Her right Hand holds forth Light
unto our view 8The other Sprinckles Aromattick Dew
9On Floras
; fragrant, various Colour’d Flowers 10Attended by a Traine of fleeting Howres
11Drawn by white Palphris
first of that kinde
12Now Since producet by Snuffing up the wind
13Thus as in Silver Coach
shees hurld 14Shee both inlightens and perfumes
the world 15Then after hurries that illustrious Stare
16Who rides Triumphant in his blazing Car
17Before whose face Shines forth perpetuall day
18Exhailling and expelling Mists away
19And to her Thros
his wanton amorous Eyes 20But like a Virgin
Coy Shee blushing flies 21Hee fil’d with loue and Rage for her disdaine
22Upon his foaming Horses
layes his Raine 23Gaining Olimpus top
with furious Speed 24Lashing theire Pamper’d Sides untill they bleed
25When these Vermillian
drops to Earth descend 26They Maze
poore Mortals fearing they portend 27Unto some Antient Monarchie confusion
28Or to some Hidrian Monster
dissolution
29When often times the cause is from aboue
30From Radiant Delias
frantick fits of loue 31Who followes her with Heat
and greater light 32Leaving this Horoscope
to horrid Night
33Whose furious issue
Straight theire Curles unrowles
34To lash and torture poore afflicted soules
35Anathamized
are those that doe delight 36To add afflictions to the afflicted
wight
37And of her Spurious breed
(no doubt) they bee 38That looke with Joy on others miserie
39Oft times they craule into my trembling brest
40That I choose Strangling Rather then such Rest
41Sometimes they take advantage of my feare
42Then Strange Cemerian
Sights Seeme to apeare 43Unto my troubled fancie
then againe 44They take Advantage from my Griefe or paine
45Presenting death in his most horrid’st Shape
46Then of my Reason Straight they make a Rape
47Then my Sad Soule doth See before her Eye
48Some of my freinds (aye me) that late did die
49Whose loss fils my poore heart Soe full of griefe
50That nought, but Death can give my Soule Reliefe
51For then I plac’t Shall be in Such a Spheire
52Where nights associates, I Shall never feare
53Oh if I once could lose these Rags of Clay
54Then I (poore I) should fare outshine the day
55Then that greate God that Ancient is of dayes
56Should
be the Alpha and Omega
of my Praise