Great Britains beauties, or, The female glory epitomized, in encomiastick anagramms, and acrostiches, upon the highly honoured names of the Queenes most gracious Majestie, and the gallant lady-masquers in her Graces glorious grand-masque. Presented at White-Hall on Shrove-Tuesday at night, by the Queenes Majestie and her ladies. With disticks, and illustrations, upon their severall anagramms, being in number fifteene, whose names ensure in order on the next side. Published by authoritie. Framed, and formed, by the humble pen of Francis Lenton, the Queenes poet.

An Anagramme upon the Name of the beau∣teous Virgin, the Lady DOROTHEA SYDNEY. Anagr. THY EYES DO ADORN.

Distichon.

Thy chast, and modest Eyes, so much adorn, That Beauties Queene, to thee, is but a scorne.

Illustration.

THe Eyes, they are the beauties of the face, And of the feature are the onely grace, The bodies light, most pleasant of the sense, Feeding upon each objects excellence: The prospect of the soule, which taketh pleasure, Thorow these Organs to behold the treasure Of this large Cosmos; where (as well I weene) Wee all delight to see, and to be seene: So that to have a Body without Eyes, Is like the world sans Phoebus in the skies: But, not to lose my selfe, I will returne Vnto your Eyes, your Eyes which do adorn. The baits of Love, from whose inchanting parts, You conquer, and inchaine the stoutest hearts: There Love takes fire, and from that traine, it steales Downe to the heart, which the Report reveales. Besides these ornaments (chast Lady, faire) Your rose at Cheek, your corall Lip, and Haire, Your Person, Presence, Vertues, all unite, In which the greatest Prince may take delight: In rings by all your Servants, this be worne, Next to their vanquish'd hearts (Thy Eyes adorn. And let her be adored to the skies. That is adorn'd with such All-conquering Eyes.

Her Acrostiche.

D ull world awake, and with thy Dimme Eyes looke, O 're all the Beautyes of Dame Natures Booke, R ead till thy Eyes fall out, thou ne're wilt find, O ne of so cleare a Beauty, cleare a Mynd. T ake heed (you flaming Hearts) how you come neare, H er faire, and princely Presence; for I feare E ach of you will be taken by her Eye, A nd led into Loves wish'd Captivity:

SIDNEY (of Endlesse Fame) whose rare Compile I nrich'd is with sweet Eloquence, and Stile, D id not so much all other Pens controule, N or so delight the sense, as shee the Soule: E ach Part of her deserves the best of Men, Y mployed in her Praise, beyond my Pen.