of Delight,
For Pleasure to be sterued.

Shew me no more those Snowie Brests,
With Azure Riuerets branched, 10
Where whilst mine Eye with Plentie feasts,
Yet is my Thirst not stanched.
O TANTALVS, thy Paines n'er tell,
By me thou art preuented;
'Tis nothing to be plagu'd in Hell,
But thus in Heauen tormented.

Clip me no more in those deare Armes,
Nor thy Life's Comfort call me;
O, these are but too pow'rfull Charmes,
And doe but more inthrall me. 20
But see, how patient I am growne,
In all this coyle about thee;
Come nice thing, let my Heart alone,
I cannot liue without thee.

A HYMNE TO HIS LADIES BIRTH-PLACE

Couentry, that do'st adorne
The Countrey wherein I was borne,
Yet therein lyes not thy prayse
Why I should crowne thy Tow'rs with Bayes:
_Couentry finely 'Tis not thy Wall, me to thee weds
walled._ Thy Ports, nor thy proud Pyrameds,
_The Shoulder-bone Nor thy Trophies of the Bore,
of a hare of But that Shee which I adore,
mighty bignesse._ Which scarce Goodnesse selfe can payre,
First their breathing blest thy Ayre; 10
IDEA, in which Name I hide
Her, in my heart Deifi'd,
For what good, Man's mind can see,
Onely her IDEAS be;
She, in whom the Vertues came
In Womans shape, and tooke her Name,
She so farre past Imitation,
As but Nature our Creation
Could not alter, she had aymed,
More then Woman to haue framed: 20
She, whose truely written Story,
To thy poore Name shall adde more glory,
Then if it should haue beene thy Chance,
T' haue bred our Kings that Conquer'd _France_.
Had She beene borne the former Age,
_Two famous That house had beene a Pilgrimage,
Pilgrimages, the And reputed more Diuine,
one in_ Norfolk, Then _Walsingham_ or BECKETS Shrine.
_the other in_ That Princesse, to whom thou do'st owe
Kent. Thy Freedome, whose Cleere blushing snow, 30
God