74
THE QVEENE,
returning to London
after a long absence.
returning to London
after a long absence.
How had you walk'd in Mists of Sea-coale-smoake,
Such as your ever teeming Wives would choak,
(False Sonnes of thrift!) did not her beauties light
Dispell your Clouds, and quicken your dull sight?
As when, th'illustrious Officer of Day,
(First worship'd in the East) 'gins to display
The glory of his beames; then Buds unfold
Their chary Leafes; each dew-drownd Marigold
Insensibly doth stirre it selfe, and spread;
Each Violet lifts up, the pensive Head;
So when the Rayes of her faire Eyes appeare,
To warme, and gild your clouded Hemispheare;
Such as your ever teeming Wives would choak,
(False Sonnes of thrift!) did not her beauties light
Dispell your Clouds, and quicken your dull sight?
As when, th'illustrious Officer of Day,
(First worship'd in the East) 'gins to display
The glory of his beames; then Buds unfold
Their chary Leafes; each dew-drownd Marigold
Insensibly doth stirre it selfe, and spread;
Each Violet lifts up, the pensive Head;
So when the Rayes of her faire Eyes appeare,
To warme, and gild your clouded Hemispheare;
Tho!
