A relation of ten years in Europe, Asia, Affrique, and America all by way of letters occasionally written to divers noble personages, from place to place, and continued to this present year / by Richard Fleckno.

LI. To Lilly (Book 51)

Dra••ing CLORIS picture. (Book 51)

STay daring man, and till perchance thou sinds, Colours so rare, and of such orient worth, To paint bright Angels, or Celestial minds, Never presume to paint bright Cloris forth.

Till ••rom all Beauties thou extracts the Grace, And frō the Sun beams gets the dazling thred, Never presume to draw that Heavenly face, Nor those bright radient Tresses on her head.

Ve•• not thy Art, the while, t' expresse th'e∣clate That from her Beauty and her Eyes do shine, All earthly things thy Art can imitate, But Cloris Eyes and Beauty are devine.

What needs thou then the bootless labour take, When none can paint her out to her desart, She that's above all Nature e'r did make. Much more's above all can be made by Art.

But yet go on too, since who ere does see't, At least wi••h admiration must confesse,

It has an Air so most divinely sweet, 'Tis more than others, ••hough than her•• much lesse.

So they who shoot at Heaven, though they propose T'emselves a Butt, to hit they ne'r may hope, Level and shoot far higher yet than those, who aim but at some Tree, or Houses top.

Comfort thee then, and think it no disgrace, T' have fail'd where none could hit and know (In fine) (Unto thy higher praise) the cause of 't was, Her too great Ex'lence, and no want of thine.