Beauties excellency

Gaze not on Swanns in whose soft brest,

a full hatcht beauty seems to nest,

nor snow which falling from the skye,

hovers in it's virginity.

Gaze not on Roses, though new blown,

Grac'd with a fresh complexion,

Nor Lilies which no subtle Bee

Hath rob'd by kissing Chymistry.

Gaze not on that pure milky way

Where night uses splendor with the day,

Nor Pearle whose silver walls confine

The Riches of an Indian Mine.

For if my Emp'ress appears,

Swanns moultring dye, snow melts to tears,

Roses do blush and hang their heads,

Pale lillies shrink into their beds.

The milky way Rides post, to shroud

It's baffled glory in a Cloud,

And Pearls do climb into her care,

To hang themselves for Envy there.

So have I seen Stars bigg with light

Prove Lanthorns to the Moon-ey'd night,

Which when Sol's Rayes were once display'd,

Sink in their Sockets, and decay'd.