IX Now fall'n the brittle favourite lyes and burst! LUCASTA, TAKING THE WATERS YE AT TUNBRIDGE I 'EE happy floods! that now must passe Smooth and transparent as your face, When you are deafe, and windes are dumbe. II Be proud! and if your waters be III And when her rosie gates y'have trac'd, IV Yee drops, that dew th' Arabian bowers, Tell me, did you e're smell or view On any leafe of all your flowers Soe sweet a sent, so rich a hiew? V But as through th' Organs of her breath As well as Lovers, must have share. VI And see! you boyle as well as I; You, that to coole her did aspire, Now troubled and neglected lye, Nor can your selves quench your owne fire. VII Yet still be happy in the thought, That in so small a time as this, Through all the Heavens you were brought Of Vertue, Honour, Love and Blisse. TO LUCASTA ODE LYRICK I H Lucasta, why so bright? AH Spread with early streaked light! If still vailed from our sight, What is't but eternall night? II Ah Lucasta, why so chaste? III Ah Lucasta, why so great, That thy crammed coffers sweat? Yet not owner of a seat May shelter you from Natures heat, your earthly joyes compleat. And IV Ah Lucasta, why so good? Blest with an unstained flood Flowing both through soule and blood; If it be not understood, 'Tis a Diamond in mud. Lucasta! stay! why dost thou flye? VI Harder then the Orient stone, Like an apparition, Or as a pale shadow gone, Dumbe and deafe she hence is flowne. VII Then receive this equall dombe: |