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A Pedagogue to his Mistress.
Most Dear Star,
KNow you not that you are already mounted above the Ho∣rizon of Accomplish'd. Nihil verius est. There is nothing more true. And being thus the Miracle of your Perfections, and the perfection of your Miracles, with a soft violence ye have wounded my bleeding soul. Foemineo teneri tribuuntur. The Feminine gender is very troublesome; But O Damsel! as fair as you are cruel, and as cruel as you are fair, do not resem∣ble that treacherous Emperour Nero, who took pleasure to see the City of Rome on fire. O! do not from the turret of your merits, with delight, behold not onely the Suburbs, but even the City of my Heart to burn, with all the Churches in it, that I have dedicated to your honour. For I can assure you more fair then Venus, then Venus of Cyprus, as the Grammar hath it, Creta, Brittannia, Cyprus, Great Britain and Cyprus; that whatever Oration or Sillogism, poor, miserable, and passive, I can make by way of special demonstration is onely to shew and acknowledge how much I am your superlative servant, per omnes casus, in all cases.