Gratiana dauncing and singing.

Ee! with what constant Motion

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Even, and glorious, as the Sunne, Gratiana steeres that Noble Frame, Soft as her breast, sweet as her voyce That gave each winding Law and poyze, And swifter then the wings of Fame.

She beat the happy Pavement
By such a Starre made Firmament,

Which now no more the Roofe envies;
But swells up high with Atlas ev'n,
Bearing the brighter, nobler Heav'n,
And in her, all the Dieties.

Each step trod out a Lovers thought
And the Ambitious hopes he brought,
Chain'd to her brave feet with such arts;
Such sweet command, and gentle awe,
As when she ceas'd, we sighing saw
The floore lay pav'd with broken hearts.

So did she move; so did she sing
Like the Harmonious spheres that bring
Unto their Rounds their musick's ayd;
Which she performed such a way,
As all th' inamour'd world will say
The Graces daunced, and Apollo play'd.
Richard Lovelace.

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Stone Walls doe not a Prison make,
Nor I'ron bars a Cage ;

Mindes innocent and quiet take
That for an Hermitage;

If I have freedome in my Love,

And in my soule am free;
Angels alone that sore above,

Injoy such Liberty.

Richard Lovelace.

To Amoret gone from him.

'Ancy, and I, last Evening walkt,

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And, Amoret, of thee we talkt;

The West just then had stolne the Sun,
And his last blushes were begun :

We e sate, and markt how every thing
Did mourne his absence; How the Spring

That smil'd, and curl'd about his beames,

Whilst he was here, now check'd her streames:
The wanton Eddies of her face

Were taught lesse noise, and smoother grace;
And in a slow, sad channell went,

Whisp'ring the banks their discontent :
The carelesse ranks of flowers that spread
Their perfum❜d bosomes to his head,
And with an open, free Embrace,
Did entertaine his beamy face;

Like absent friends point to the West,

And on that weake reflection feast.

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A snare, wherein thou wouldst not gladly stay;`
See see the Sunne

Does slowly to his azure Lodging run,

IO

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