To Her Body
Regardful Pretence! whose fix’d Majesty
Darts Admiration on the gazing Look,
That brings it not: State sits inthron’d in thee,
Divulging forth her Laws in the fair Book
Of thy Commandements, which none mistook,
That ever humbly came therein to see
Their own unworthiness: Oh! how can I
Enough admire that Symmetry, exprest
In new proportions, which doth give the Lie
To that Arithmetique which hath profest
All Numbers to be Hers? thy Harmony
Comes from the Spheres, and there doth prove
Strange measures so well grac’d, as Majesty
Itself, like thee would rest, like thee would move.
