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Your breath, which Nature the example meant,
From whence our early Blossomes take their scent;
Teaching our Infant-Flow'rs how to excell
(Ere strong upon their stalks) in fragrant smell:
Your voyce, which can allure, and charme the best
Most gawdy-feather'd Chaunter of the East,
To dwell about your Palace all the Spring,
And still preserve him silent whilst you sing.
Rise then! for I have heard Apollo sweare,
By that first lustre, which did fill his Spheare;
He will not mount, but make eternall Night,
Unlesse releev'd, and cherish'd by your Sight:
Your sight; which is his warmth, now he is old,
His Horses weary, and his Chariot cold.
From whence our early Blossomes take their scent;
Teaching our Infant-Flow'rs how to excell
(Ere strong upon their stalks) in fragrant smell:
Your voyce, which can allure, and charme the best
Most gawdy-feather'd Chaunter of the East,
To dwell about your Palace all the Spring,
And still preserve him silent whilst you sing.
Rise then! for I have heard Apollo sweare,
By that first lustre, which did fill his Spheare;
He will not mount, but make eternall Night,
Unlesse releev'd, and cherish'd by your Sight:
Your sight; which is his warmth, now he is old,
His Horses weary, and his Chariot cold.
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