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nly truth, passe this Cimmerian way, Whilst all the standards of your beames display. III. Arise and climbe our whitest, highest hill; There your sad thoughts with joy and wonder fill, And see seas calme<32.1> as earth, earth as your will. IV. Behold! how lightning like a taper flyes, And guilds your chari't, but ashamed dyes, Seeing it selfe out-gloried by your eyes. V. Threatning and boystrous tempests gently bow, And to your steps part in soft paths, when now There no where hangs a cloud, but on your brow. VI. No showrs but 'twixt your lids, nor gelid snow, But what your whiter, chaster brest doth ow,<32.2> Whilst winds in chains colder for<32.3> sorrow blow. VII. Shrill trumpets doe only sound to eate, Artillery hath loaden ev'ry dish with meate, And drums at ev'ry health alarmes beate. VIII. All things Lucasta, but Lucasta, call, Trees borrow tongues, waters in accents fall, The aire doth sing, and fire is<32.4> musicall. IX. Awake from the dead vault in which you dwell, All's loyall here, except your thoughts rebell Which, so let loose, often their gen'rall quell. X. See! she obeys! By all obeyed thus, No storms, heats, colds, no soules contentious, Nor civill war is found; I meane, to us. XI. Lovers and angels, though in heav'n they show, And see the woes and discords here below, What they not feele, must not be said to know. <32.1> Original has COLME. <32.2> i.e. own. <32.3> Original reads YOUR. <32.4> Original has FIRE'S, but FIRE IS is required by the metre, and it is probably what the poet wrote. AMARANTHA. A PASTORALL.<33.1> Up with the jolly bird of light Who sounds his third retreat to night; Faire Amarantha from her bed Ashamed starts, and rises red As the carnation-mantled morne, Who now the blushing robe doth spurne, And puts on angry gray, whilst she, The envy of a deity, Arayes her limbes, too rich indeed To be inshrin'd in such a weed; Yet lovely 'twas and strait, but fit; Not made for her, but she to it: By nature it sate close and free, As the just bark unto the tree: Unlike Love's martyrs of the towne, All day imprison'd in a gown, Who, rackt in silke 'stead of a dresse, Are cloathed in a frame or presse, And with that liberty and room,
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