To My Worthy Friend Mr. Peter Lilly: On That Excellent Picture
Of His Majesty And The Duke Of York, Drawne By Him At Hampton-
Court by Richard Lovelace
||See! what a
clouded majesty, and eyes
Whose glory through their
mist doth brighter rise!
See! what an humble bravery
And griefe triumphant breaking through
How it commands the face! so sweet a
Never did HAPPY MISERY adorne!
So sacred a
contempt, that others show
To this, (oth' height of
all the wheele) below,
That mightiest monarchs by
this shaded booke
May coppy out their proudest,
Whilst the true eaglet this quick
And by his SUN'S enlightens his owne
He cures his cares, his burthen feeles, then
Joyes that so lightly he can beare such
Whilst either eithers passion doth borrow,
And both doe grieve the same victorious sorrow.
These, my best LILLY, with so bold a spirit
a grace, as if thou didst inherit
For that time all
their greatnesse, and didst draw
With those brave
eyes your royal sitters saw.
Not as of old, when
a rough hand did speake
A strong aspect, and a faire
face, a weake;
When only a black beard cried villaine,
By hieroglyphicks we could understand;
chrystall typified in a white spot,
And the bright
ruby was but one red blot;
Thou dost the things
Orientally the same
Not only paintst its colour, but
Thou sorrow canst designe without a teare,
And with the man his very hope or feare;
So that th'
amazed world shall henceforth finde
None but my LILLY
ever drew a MINDE.