Epigram 103. To the same

Madam, I do recant what I have writ,
As savouring too much of a countrey-wit,
And I fear Clownishness: for where should your
Fair Sexe live but in London evermore?
Bright Ladies in the Countrey, we esteem
As the Sun shaded by the cloudes doth seem;
So Pearls lie hid in Shells, and Diamonds so
Upon their solitary Rocks do grow.
As Stars grace Heaven your beauties do the town,
Which is the proper Sphere for them to own.
Hast therefore up; you here will prove a Star
Of Glory, who move there irregular.