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Pray, ladies,
breath, awhile lay by
Caelestial Sydney's ARCADY;
Heere's a story that doth claime
A little respite
from his flame:
Then with a quick dissolving looke
Unfold the smoothnes of this book,
To which no art
(except your sight)
Can reach a worthy epithite;
'Tis an abstract of all volumes,
A pillaster of all
columnes
Fancy e're rear'd to wit, to be
The
smallest gods epitome,
And so compactedly expresse
All lovers pleasing wretchednes.
Gallant Pamela's
majesty
And her sweet sisters modesty
Are fixt in
each of you; you are,
Distinct, what these together
were;
Divinest, that are really
What Cariclea's
feign'd to be;
That are ev'ry one the Nine,
And
brighter here Astreas shine;
View our Lucippe, and
remaine
In her, these beauties o're againe.
Amazement! Noble Clitophon
Ev'n now lookt somewhat
colder on
His cooler mistresse, and she too
Smil'd
not as she us'd to do.
See! the individuall payre
Are at sad oddes, and parted are;
They quarrell,
aemulate, and stand
At strife, who first shal kisse
your hand.
A new dispute there lately rose
Betwixt the Greekes and Latines, whose
Temples should
be bound with glory,
In best languaging this story;
Yee heyres of love, that with one SMILE
A ten-yeeres
war can reconcile;
Peacefull Hellens! Vertuous! See:
The jarring languages agree!
And here, all armes layd
by, they doe
In English meet to wayt on you.
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