To Her Body Regardful Pretence! whose fix'd Majesty Darts Admiration on the gazing Look, That brings it not: State sits inthron'd in thee, Divulging forth her Laws in the fair Book Of thy Commandements, which none mistook, That ever humbly came therein to see Their own unworthiness: Oh! how can I Enough admire that Symmetry, exprest In new proportions, which doth give the Lie To that Arithmetique which hath profest All Numbers to be Hers? thy Harmony Comes from the Spheres, and there doth prove Strange measures so well grac'd, as Majesty Itself, like thee would rest, like thee would move. |
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