E C Esquire Poems

On
Tellus
bosome spring two fragrant flowers,
The milkwhite Lilly, and the blushing Rose,
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In tedious volumes I doe not intend
To write my woes, my woes by loue procured,
Nor by my infant muse implore the end
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Thy image is plaine porturde in my thought,
Thy constant minde is written in my heart,
Thy seemely grace and pleasing speech haue wrought
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Emaricdulf
my Orphan muses mother,
Pure map of vertue, Honors onely daughter:
Bright gemme of bewtie, fayre aboue all other,
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Image of honour, Vertues first borne childe,
Natures faire painted stage, Fames brightest face,
Syren that neuer with thy tongue beguild,
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O Faith, thou sacred Phoenix of this age,
Into another world from hence exiled
Diuorc'd from honor by vnheedfull rage,
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When I behould heauens all behoulding starres,
I doe compare them to my woes and smart,
Causde by the many wounds and mightie scarres
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O lust of sacred loue the foule corrupter,
Vsurper of her heauenly dignitie,
Follies first childe, good councels interrupter
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My thoughts ascending the hie house of fame,
Found in records of vertuous monuments
A map of honours in a noble frame,
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Some bewties make a god of flatterie,
And scorne
Eliziums
eternall types,
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