L. Sing, Laura, sing, whilst si… And all the eyes of Heaven are tu… V. Touch thy dead wood, and mak… Unchain its feet, take arms, and f… CHORUS.

Why should you sweare I am forswo… Since thine I vow’d to be? Lady it is already Morn, And ’twas last night I swore to t… That fond impossibility.

AH Lucasta, why so Bright! Spread with early streaked light! If still vailed from our sight, What is’t but eternall night? II

The childish god of love did swear… Thus: By my awfull bow and quiver… Yon’ weeping, kissing, smiling pai… I’le scatter all their vowes i’ th… And their knit imbraces shiver.

Love drunk, the other day, knockt… But I, alas! was not within. My man, my ear, told me he came t’… That without cause h’d boxed him, And battered the windows of mine e…

And why an honour’d ragged shirt,… Like tatter’d ensigns, all its bod… Should it be swathed in a vest so… It were enough to set the child on… Dishevell’d queen[s] should strip…

Introth, I do my self perswade, That the wilde boy is grown a man, And all his childishnesse off laid… E’re since Lucasta did his fires… H’ has left his apish jigs,

Eastrich! thou featherd foole, and… That larger sailes to thy broad ve… Snakes through thy guttur-neck his… Then on thy iron messe at supper f… II.

This is the prittiest motion: Madam, th’ alarums of a drumme That cals your lord, set to your c… To mine are sacred symphonies. What, though ’tis said I have a v…

PRAY Ladies breath, awhile lay b… Cælestial Sydney’s Arcady ; Heere’s a Story that doth Claime A little respite from his Flame: Then with a quick dissolving looke

Were it that you so shun me, 'caus… (Cruels’t) a fellow in your wretch… Or that you take some small ease i… Torments, to heare another sadly g… I were most happy in my paines, to…

Night! loathed jaylor of the lock’… And tyrant-turnkey on committed da… Bright eyes lye fettered in thy du… And Heaven it self doth thy dark… Thou dost arise our living hell;

Wise emblem of our politick world, Sage Snayl, within thine own self… Instruct me softly to make hast, Whilst these my feet go slowly fas… Compendious Snayl! thou seem’st t…

TIS true the beauteous Starre To which I first did bow Burnt quicker, brighter far Then that which leads me now ; Which shines with more delight:

See! with what constant motion Even and glorious, as the sunne, Gratiana steeres that noble frame, Soft as her breast, sweet as her v… That gave each winding law and poy…