Rose cheek'd Laura, come

Rose cheek'd Laura, come,

Sing thou sweetly with thy beauty's

Silent music, either other

Sweetly gracing.

Lovely forms do flow

From concent divinely framed:

Heaven is music, and thy beauty's

Birth is heav'nly.

These dull notes we sing

Discords need for helps to grace them;

Only beauty purely loving

Knows no discord,

But still moves delight,

Like clear springs renew'd by flowing,

Ever perfect, ever in them-

Selves eternal.