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LIke to the Gardens Eye, the Flower of Flow'rs
With purple Pompe that dazle doth the Sight;
Or as among the lesser Gems of Night,
The Usher of the Planet of the Houres:
Sweet Maid, thou shinedst on this World of ours,
Of all Perfecti…ns having trac'd the hight,
Thine outward frame was faire, faire inward Powers,
A Saphire Lanthorne, and an incense light.
Hence, the enamour'd Heaven as too too good
On Earths all-thorny soyle long to abide,
Transplanted to their Fields so rare a Bud,
Where from thy Sun no cloud thee now can hide.
Earth moan'd her losse, and wish'd she had the grace
Not to have known, or known thee longer space.

HArd Laws of mortall Life!
To which made Thrales we come without consent,
Like Tapers, lighted to be early spent,
Our Griefes are alwaies rife,
When joyes but halting march, and swiftly fly
Like shadows in the Eye:
The shadow doth not yeeld unto the Sun,
But Joyes and Life do waste even when begun.