Chapter II

Great Master of the Noblest Mysterie,
That ever happy Knowledge did inspire;
Sacred as that of Poetry,
And which the wond’ring World does equally admire.
Great Natures work we do contemn,
When on his Glorious Births we meditate:
The Face and Eies, more Darts receiv’d from him,
Then all the Charms she can create.
The Difference is, his Beauties do beget
In the inamour’d Soul a Vertuous Heat:
While Natures Grosser Pieces move,
In the course road of Common Love:
So bold, yet soft, his touches were;
So round each part’s so sweet and fair.
That as his Pencil mov’d men thought it prest,
The Lively imitating rising Breast,
Which yield like Clouds, where little Angels rest:
The Limbs all easy as his Temper was;
Strong as his Mind, and manly too;
Large as his Soul his fancy was, and new:
And from himself he copyed every Grace,
For he had all that cou’d adorn a Face,
All that cou’d either Sex subdue.

III.

Each Excellence he had that Youth has in its Pride,
And all Experienc’d Age cou’d teach,
At once the vigorous fire of this,
And every vertue which that cou’d Express.
In all the heights that both could reach;
And yet alas, in this Perfection di’d.
Dropt like a Blossom with the Northern blast,
(When all the scatter’d Leaves abroad were cast;)
As quick as if his fate had been in hast:
So have I seen an unfixt Star,
Out-shine the rest of all the Numerous Train,
As bright as that which Guides the Marriner,
Dart swiftly from its darken’d Sphere:
And nere shall sight the World again.