TO CLORIS.

CLoris, I cannot say, your eyes
Did my unwary heart surprize,
Nor will I swear it was your face,
Your shape, or any nameless grace;
For you are so entirely fair,
To love a part injustice were;
No drowning man can know which drop
Of water his last breath did stop;
So when the stars in Heaven appear,
And joyn to make the Night look clear,
The Light we no one's Bounty call,
But the united work of all;
He that both lips, or hands adore,
Deserves them only, and no more;
But I love all, and every part,
And nothing less can ease my heart.
Cupid, that Lover weakly strikes,
Who can express what 'tis he likes.