| CLORA come view my Soul, and tell | |
| Whether I have contriv'd it well. | |
| Now all its several lodgings lye | |
| Compos'd into one Gallery; | |
| And the great Arras-hangings, made | 5 |
| Of various Faces, by are laid; | |
| That, for all furniture, you'l find | |
| Only your Picture in my Mind. | |
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| Here Thou art painted in the Dress | |
| Of an Inhumane Murtheress; | 10 |
| Examining upon our Hearts | |
| Thy fertile Shop of cruel Arts: | |
| Engines more keen than ever yet | |
| Adorned Tyrants Cabinet; | |
| Of which the most tormenting are | 15 |
| Black Eyes, red Lips, and curled Hair. | |
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| But, on the other side, th'art drawn | |
| Like to Aurora in the Dawn; | |
| When in the East she slumb'ring lyes, | |
| And stretches out her milky Thighs; | 20 |
| While all the morning Quire does sing, | |
| And Manna falls, and Roses spring; | |
| And, at thy Feet, the wooing Doves | |
| Sit perfecting their harmless Loves. | |
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| Like an Enchantress here thou show'st, | 25 |
| Vexing thy restless Lover's Ghost; | |
| And, by a Light obscure, dost rave | |
| Over his Entrails, in the Cave; | |
| Divining thence, with horrid Care, | |
| How long thou shalt continue fair; | 30 |
| And (when inform'd) them throw'st away, | |
| To be the greedy Vultur's prey. | |
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| But, against that, thou sit'st a float | |
| Like Venus in her pearly Boat. | |
| The Halcyons, calming all that's nigh, | 35 |
| Betwixt the Air and Water fly. | |
| Or, if some rowling Wave appears, | |
| A Mass of Ambergris it bears. | |
| Nor blows more Wind than what may well | |
| Convoy the Perfume to the Smell. | 40 |
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| These Pictures and a thousand more, | |
| Of Thee, my Gallery does store; | |
| In all the Forms thou can'st invent, | |
| Either to please me, or torment: | |
| For thou alone to people me, | 45 |
| Art grown a num'rous Colony; | |
| And a Collection choicer far | |
| Then or White-hall's, or Mantua's were. | |
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| But, of these Pictures and the rest, | |
| That at the Entrance likes me best: | 50 |
| Where the same Posture, and the Look | |
| Remains, with which I first was took. | |
| A tender Shepherdess, whose Hair | |
| Hangs loosely playing in the Air, | |
| Transplanting Flow'rs from the green Hill, | 55 |
| To crown her Head, and Bosome fill. | |
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