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I.
Introth, I do my self perswade,
That the wilde boy
is grown a man,
And all his childishnesse off laid,
E're since Lucasta did his fires fan;
H' has
left his apish jigs,
And whipping hearts like gigs:
For t' other day I heard him swear,
That beauty
should be crown'd in honours chair.
II.
With what a true and heavenly state
He doth his
glorious darts dispence,
Now cleans'd from
falsehood, blood and hate,
And newly tipt with
innocence!
Love Justice is become,
And doth the
cruel doome;
Reversed is the old decree;
Behold!
he sits inthron'd with majestie.
III.
Inthroned in Lucasta's eye,
He doth our faith and
hearts survey;
Then measures them by sympathy,
And each to th' others breast convey;
Whilst to his
altars now
The frozen vestals bow,
And strickt
Diana too doth go
A-hunting with his fear'd,
exchanged bow.
IV.
Th' imbracing seas and
ambient air
Now in his holy fires burn;
Fish
couple, birds and beasts in pair
Do their own
sacrifices turn.
This is a miracle,
That might
religion swell;
But she, that these and their god
awes,
Her crowned self submits to her own laws.
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