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I.
See! with what constant motion
Even and glorious, as
the sunne,
Gratiana steeres that noble frame,
Soft as her breast, sweet as her voyce,
That gave
each winding law and poyze,
And swifter then the
wings of Fame.
II.
She beat the happy
pavement
By such a starre-made firmament,
Which
now no more the roofe envies;
But swells up high
with Atlas ev'n,
Bearing the brighter, nobler
Heav'n,
And in her, all the Dieties.
III.
Each step trod out a lovers thought
And the
ambitious hopes he brought,
Chain'd to her brave
feet with such arts,
Such sweet command and gentle
awe,
As when she ceas'd, we sighing saw
The
floore lay pav'd with broken hearts.
IV.
So did she move: so did she sing:
Like the
harmonious spheres that bring
Unto their rounds
their musick's ayd;
Which she performed such a way,
As all th' inamour'd world will say:
The Graces
daunced, and Apollo play'd.
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