Thou therefore on these Herbs, and Fruits, and Flow'rsFeed first, on each Beast next, and Fish, and Fowl, No homely morsels, and whatever thingThe Scyth of Time mows down, devour unspar'd, Till I in M...
Thou hadst: whom hast thou then or what to accuse, But Heav’ns free Love dealt equally to all? Be then his Love accurst, since love or hate, To me alike, it deals eternal woe. Nay
Listen where thou art sitting Under the glassie, cool, translucent wave,
What think'st thou then of mee, and this my State,Seem I to thee sufficiently possestOf happiness, or not? who am alone From all Eternitie, for none I knowSecond to mee or like, equal much less.
Mortals that would follow me, Love virtue, she alone is free, She can teach ye how to climb Higher than the sphery chime; Or if virtue feeble were, Heaven itself would stoop to her.