To Julia, in her Dawn, or Day-breake.

BY the next kindling of the day
My Julia thou shalt see,
Ere Ave-Mary thou canst say
Ile come and visit thee.

Yet ere thou counsel'st with thy Glasse,
Appeare thou to mine eyes
As smooth, and nak't, as she that was
The prime of Paradice,

If blush thou must, then blush thou through
A Lawn, that thou mayst looke
As purest Pearles, or Pebles do
When peeping through a Brooke.
As Lillies shrin'd in Christall, so
Do thou to me appeare;
Or Damask Roses, when they grow
To sweet acquaintance there.