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Or when she payes that promise, where she best
Makes Summers for Mankind; in the rich East.
And as the wise Sunne, silently imployes
His lib'rall Beames, and ripens without Noyse;
As precious Dewes, doe undiscover'd fall,
And growth, insensibly doth steale on all;
So what he gave, conceal'd, in private came,
(As in the dark) from one that had no name;
Like Fayries wealth, not given to restore,
Or if reveal'd, it visited no more.
If these live, and be read (as who shall dare
Suspect, Truth, and thy Fame, immortall are?)
What need thy noble Brother, or faire She,
That is thy selfe, in purest imagrie;
Whose breath, and Eyes, the fun'rall-spice, and flame,
Continue still, of gentle Buckingham;
What need they send poore Pioners to grone,
In lower Quarries for Corinthian stone?
To dig in Parian Hills? since Statues must,
And Monuments, turne like our selves to dust:
Verse, to all ages can our deeds declare,
Tombs, but a while, shew where our Bodies are.
Makes Summers for Mankind; in the rich East.
And as the wise Sunne, silently imployes
His lib'rall Beames, and ripens without Noyse;
As precious Dewes, doe undiscover'd fall,
And growth, insensibly doth steale on all;
So what he gave, conceal'd, in private came,
(As in the dark) from one that had no name;
Like Fayries wealth, not given to restore,
Or if reveal'd, it visited no more.
If these live, and be read (as who shall dare
Suspect, Truth, and thy Fame, immortall are?)
What need thy noble Brother, or faire She,
That is thy selfe, in purest imagrie;
Whose breath, and Eyes, the fun'rall-spice, and flame,
Continue still, of gentle Buckingham;
What need they send poore Pioners to grone,
In lower Quarries for Corinthian stone?
To dig in Parian Hills? since Statues must,
And Monuments, turne like our selves to dust:
Verse, to all ages can our deeds declare,
Tombs, but a while, shew where our Bodies are.
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