Poems, &c. written upon several occasions, and to several persons by Edmond Waller.
Waller, Edmund, 1606-1687.

Of the mis-report of her being Painted.

As when a sort of Wolves infest the night
With their wild howlings at fair Cynthia's light;
Page  35 The noise may chase sweet slumber from our eyes,
But never reach the Mistris of the Skies:
So with the news of Sacharissa's wrongs,
Her vexed servants blame those envious tongues;
Call Love to witness, that no painted Fire
Can scorch Men so, or kindle such desire:
While unconcerned she seems mov'd no more
With this new Malice, than our Loves before;
But from the height of her great Mind looks down
On both our passions, without Smile or Frown:
So little care of what is done below
Hath the bright Dame, whom Heaven affecteth so.
Paints her, 'tis true, with the same hand which spreads
Like Glorious Colours through the Flowry Meads;
When lavish Nature with her best Attire
Clothes the gay Spring, the season of desire.
Paints her, 'tis true, and does her Cheek adorn
With the same Art wherewith she paints the Morn:
Page  36 With the same Art, wherewith she gildeth so
Those painted Clouds which form Thaumantias bow.