To CASTARA. Of the knowledge of Love.

WHere steepes the North-vvind when the South inspires
Life in the spring, and gathers into quires
The scatter'd Nightingales; whose subtle eares
Heard first th'harmonious language of the Spheares;
Whence hath the stone Magneticke force t'allure
Th'enamourd iron; From a seed impure
Or naturall did first the Mandrake grow;
What powreith' Ocean makes it ebbe and flow;
What strange materials is the azure skye
Compacted of; of what its brightest eye
The ever flaming Sunne; what people are
In th' unknowne world; what worlds in every star;
Let curious fancies at this secret rove;
Castara what we know, wee'le practise, Love.