The fancies theater· By Iohn Tatham Gent

Vpon Clarinda's comming to Towne, and departure.

NOW comes the pride of Earth, the glorious Spring; And Philomel, to welcome her, doth sing. The pretty birds doe play, And make a Holyday. And I with them present my offering: Th'Arabian Bird presents to her, her kinde, Ne're seene before; on whose sweet face, the winde Suckt in his breath For feare of death; And Phoebus in his Majestie then shinde: And on her head cast his perfumes: but they, As farre unworthy, to her breath give way. The odours which The World enrich, Did to her breath their choysest sents convey; The Queene of Love asham'd, did hide her head, And Cynthia in a cloud bemuffeled, Did murmur there, And in her Spheare Waxt pale to see her lips and cheekes so red. The humble Pebbles where her feet did lite, Were straight made Jacinths, Saphires, Rubies bright, Who wantonly did kiste At such a change as this. And blest the comming of this glorious light.

If any Objects pleas'd her, with a glance They should be Mynes of Dyamonds; but Chance The fickle Goddesse would not be Propitious to our hopes, 'cause wee Shee fear'd, with her, might out-vye Spaine and France: Nay, both the Indies: None need plough the Seas To purchase wealth with toyle; for, here with ease They might obtaine A world of gaine, Had she but writ in smiles to them, I please. But oh! shee's gone, and ev'ry thing has now His courser Nature on; Winters rough brow, And Boreas blast With envious hast Rends ev'ry tree, dis-leaves each twigge and bough; The Phoenix too retir'd unto her nest, And pining for her absence, pierc't her brest With sighes, and di'd, Left none beside Clarinda, with her worth to be possest.