Ostella, or, The faction of love and beauty reconcil'd by I.T., Gent.

Upon my first sight of OSTELLA.

IN what dark world have I entomb'd my sight thus long, till now, I ne're saw perfect light: The Sun his common favours doth dispense, aswell unto the Peasant as the Prince. Each Ploughman whistles forth Aurora's ray. and proudly vaunts, an interest in the day; The Moon we know doth slender light maintain, she's scarce in the full, before she's in the wain: The Stars (those petty instruments of light,) seldome appear, but in a frosty night. These lights do rule by turns. Nor can One take, anothers time on; or All one light make.

When here is one whose lustre doth excell all naturall causes; heaven on her brow doth dwell. Her glori's still the same, and ne're declines, but with the self-same Majesty still shines. Sure did those Negro's that adore the Sun: but feel her temperate heat they soon would shun That Heresie, and offer sacrifice to the Celestial vigour of her eys. All share not in this blisse, she hath the sence to curb by want the common insolence: Her beams are lasting such a heat is pure, for though her light be sparing, it is sure.