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

Of her Chamber.

THey taste of death that do at Heaven arrive;
But we this Paradise approach alive.
Instead of Death, the dart of Love does strike,
And renders all within these walls alike:
Page  50 The high in Titles, and the Shepheard here,
Forgets his Greatness, and forgets his Fear:
All stand amaz'd, and gazing on the fair,
Loose thought of what themselves, or others are;
Ambition loose, and have no other scope,
Save Carlisls favour to imploy their hope.
The Thracian could (though all those tales were true
The bold Greeks tell) no greater wonders do;
Before his feet, so Sheep and Lions lay
Fearless and wrathless, while they heard him play:
The Gay, the Wise, the Gallant, and the Grave,
Subdu'd alike, all, but one passion have:
No worthy mind, but finds in hers there is
Something proportion'd to the rule of his.
Whilst she with cheerful, but impartial grace,
(Born for no one, but to delight the race
Of men) like Phoebus, so divides her light,
And warms us, that, she stoops not from her height.