roical Epistles_,
writing of this Noble Earl, thus says of him;

The Earl of _Surrey_, that renowned Lord,
Th'old _English_ Glory bravely that restor'd,
That Prince and Poet (a Name more divine)
Falling in Love with Beauteous _Geraldine_,
Of the _Geraldi_, which derive their Name
From _Florence_; whether to advance her Fame,
He travels, and in publick Justs maintain'd
Her Beauty peerless, which by Arms he gain'd.

In his way to _Florence_, he touch'd at the Emperor's Court; where he
fell in acquaintance with the great Learned _Cornelius Agrippa_, so
famous for Magick, who shewed him the Image of his _Geraldine_ in a
Glass, sick, weeping on her Bed, and resolved all into devout Religion
for the absence of her Lord; upon sight of which, he made this Sonnet.

All Soul, no earthly Flesh, why dost thou fade?
All Gold, no earthly Dross, why look'st thou pale?
Sickness, how dar'st thou one so fair invade?
Too base Infirmity to work her Bale.
Heaven be distempered since she grieved pines,
Never be dry these my sad plantive Lines.

Pearch thou my Spirit on her Silver Breasts,
And with their pains redoubled Musick beatings,
Let them toss thee to world where all toil rests,
Where Bliss is subject to no Fear's defeatings;
Her Praise I tune whose Tongue doth tune the Sphears,
And gets new Muses in her Hearers Ears.

Stars fall to fetch fresh light from her rich eyes,
Her bright Brow drives the Sun to Clouds beneath.
Her Hairs reflex with red strakes paints the Skies,
Sweet Morn and Evening dew flows from her breath:
_Phoebe_ rules Tides, she my Tears tides forth draws,
In her sick-Bed Love sits, and maketh Laws.

Her dainty Limbs tinsel her Silk soft Sheets,
Her Rose-crown'd Cheeks eclipse my dazled sight.
O Glass! with too much joy my thoughts thou greets,
And yet thou shew'st me day but by twilight.
Ile kiss thee for the kindness I have felt,
Her Lips one Kiss would unto _Nectar_ melt.

From the Emperor's Court he went to the City of _Florence_, the Pride
and Glory of _Italy_, in which City his _Geraldine_ was born, never
ceasing till he came to the House of her Nativity; and being shewn the
Chamber her clear Sun-beams first thrust themselves in this cloud of
Flesh, he was transported with an Extasie of Joy, his Mouth overflow'd
with _Magnificats_, his Tongue thrust the Stars out of Heaven, and
eclipsed the Sun and Moon with Comparisons