her beauty, he replies.
Two mightie Cities to their power doth yeeld:
Note but the lustre sparkling from her eyes.
Your subiects hearts, against your life are steeld:
Her tongue is musick, that strikes wonder dumbe.
Your people struck with warre by millions dyes:
If she but frowne then I shall ouercome.

72

Shall I feare this worlds losse enioying heauen,
Or thinke of danger when an Angel guards me?
Can greater glory to my life be giuen,
Then her maiesticke beauty that rewards me?
Nay is not he of happinesse bereau'd,
That neuer saw her face nor heard her voyce,
And those that win our loue, most regards me,
Confesse that we are godlike in our choice.

73

He left his Ianisaries in a trance,
And to her priuate chamber straite enioyes,
His bloud within his azure veines doth dance:
"In loue th' effects are seene before the cause:
For nectar'd kisses and a smile by chance,
Are but loue branches, though they grow vp first,
And _Cupid_ thus confines vs in his lawes,
To tast the fountaine ere we quench our thirst.

74

Night like a Princes pallace full of light,
Illumin'd all the earth with golden starres,
Here Art crost Nature, making day of night:
And _Mahomet_ prepares him for loues warres.
A banquet is ordain'd to feed delight,
Of his Imperiall bountie with expences:
A heauen on earth he presently prepares,
To rauish in one hower all her sences.

75

Her eyes could glance no way but saw a iewell,
As rich as _Cleopatra_ gaue her loue.
Pictures haue power to warme ice with loues fewell.
The gentle treading of the Turtle-doue,
The Camels lust that in his heate is cruell:
And _Iupiter_ transformed from a man,
When with his breast the siluer streame did moue,
And rauish _Laeda_ like a snowy Swan.

76

The table furnisht, to delight the taste,
With food aboue _Ambrosia_ diuine,
Such as would helpe consumptions that did wast:
The life bloud, or the marrow, Greekish wine,
So high one draught would make _Dian_ vnchast.
_Nectar_ is water to this banquets drinke,
Here _AEsculapius_ did his art resigne,
And pleasure drown'd with standing on the brink.

77

To please her hearing Eunuches sang as shrill,
As if that nature had dismembred them,
All birds that ecchoes musicke through