Song: O More and More! This Was So Well

Daed. O more and more! this was so well,
As praise wants half his voice to tell,
Again yourselves compose;
And now put all the aptness on,
Of figure, that proportion
Or colour can disclose:
That if those silent arts were lost,
Design and picture, they might boast
From you a newer ground;
Instructed by the heightening sense
Of dignity and reverence,
In their true motions found.
Begin, begin; for look, the fair
Do longing listen to what air
You form your second touch:
That they may vent their murmuring hymns
Just to the time you move your limbs,
And wish their own were such.
Make haste, make haste; for this
The labyrinth of beauty is.