Yet farre more faire be those bright Cherubins, Which all with golden wings are overdight, And those eternall burning Seraphins, Which from their faces dart out fierie light; Yet fairer then they both, and much more bright, Be th' Angels and Archangels, which attend On Gods owne person, without rest or end.
These thus in faire each other farre excelling, As to the Highest they approach more near, Yet is that Highest farre beyond all telling, Fairer then all the rest which there appeare, Though all their beauties ioyn'd together were; How then can mortall tongue hope to expresse The image of such endlesse perfectnesse ?
Both heaven and earth obey unto her will, And all the creatures which they both containe; For of her fulnesse which the world doth fill They all partake, and do in state remaine As their great Maker did at first ordaine, Through observation of her high beheast, By which they first wero made, and still increast.
The fairnesse of her face no tongue can tell ; For she the daughters of all wemens race, And angels eke, in beautie doth excell, Sparkled on her from Gods owne glorious face, And more increast by her owne goodly grace, That it doth farre exceed all humane thought, Ne can on earth compared be to ought.
How then dare I, the novice of his art, Presume to picture so divine a wight, Or hope t' expresse her least perfections part, Whose beautie filles the heavens with her light, And darkes the earth with shadow of her sight? Ah, gentle Muse! thou art too weake and faint 30 The pourtraict of so heavenly hew to paint.
Let angels, which her goodly face behold And see at will, her soveraigne praises sing, And those most sacred mysteries unfold Of that faire love of Mightie Heavens King; Enough is me t' admyre so heavenly thing, And, being thus with her huge love possest, In th' only wonder of her selfe to rest.
that sweete Teian poet,] Anacreon.
And letteth them her lovely face to see, Whereof such wondrous pleasures they conceave, And sweete contentment, that it doth bereave Their soul of sense, through infinite delight, And them transport from flesh into the spright.
In which they see such admirable things, As carries them into an extasy,
And heare such heavenly notes and carolings Of Gods high praise, that filles the brasen sky; And feele such ioy and pleasure inwardly, That maketh them all worldly cares forget, And onely thinke on that before them set.
JONDON: PRINTED FOR THOMAS WALKLEY,
THE RIGHT NOBLE LADY, MARY, DAUGHTER TO THE MOST ILLUSTRIOUS PRINCE, GEORGE, DUKE OF BUCKINGHAM.
MOST noble Lady! I have presumed to present this Poëm to your honourable hand, encouraged onely by the worth of the famous Author, (for I am certainely assured, by the ablest and most knowing men. that it must be a worke of Spencers, of whom it were pitty that any thing should bee lost,) and doubting not but your Lady-ship will graciously accept, though from a meane hand, this humble present, since the man that offers it is a true honourer and observer of your selfe and your princely family, and shall ever remaine The humblest of your devoted servants,
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