Poems &c. written by Mr. Ed. Waller ... ; and printed by a copy of his own hand-writing ; all the lyrick poems in this booke were set by Mr. Henry Lawes ...

To the Queene occasioned upon sight of her Ma∣jesties Picture.

VVEll fare the hand which to our humble sight Presents that beauty, which the dazeling light Of Royall splendor hides from weaker eyes, And all accesse (save by this art) denyes.

Here only we have courage to behold This beame of glory, here we dare unfold In numbers thus the wonders wee conceive, The gracious Image seeming to give leave, Propitious stands vouchsafing to bee seene And by our Muse saluted▪ MIGHTY QUEEN. In whom th'extreames of power and beauty move, The Queen of Britaine and the Queen of Love. As the Bright Sun (to which we owe no sight Of equall glory to your beauties light.) Is wisely plac't in so sublime a seat T'extend his light and moderate his heat. So happy t'is you move in such a spheare As your high Majesty with awfull feare, In humane brests might qualify that fire, Which kindled by those eyes had flamed higher.

Then when the scortched world like hazard run By the approach of the ill guided Sun. No other nimphs have title to mens hearts But as their meanes larger hope imparts. Your beauty more the fondest lover moves With admiration then his private loves. With admiration, for a pitch so high (Save sacred Charles his) never love durst fly. Heaven that perfer'd a scepter to your hand Favour'd our freedome, more then your command. Beauty had Crown'd you, and you must have bin The whole worlds Mistresse other then a Queen. All had bin rivalls, and you might have spar'd Or kild, and tyraniz'd, without a guard. No power atcheiv'd either by arms or birth Equalls loves Empire both in heaven and earth. Such eyes as yours on Jove himselfe have throwne As bright and feirce a lightning as his owne.

Witness our Jove prevented by their flame In his swift passage to th' Hesperian dame. When like a Lion finding in his way To some intended spoile, a fairer pray; The Royall youth pursuing the report Of beauty found it in the Gallick Court. There publique care with private passion fought A doubtfull Combate in his noble thought. Should hee confesse his greatnes, and his love, And the free faith of your great Brother prove, With his Achates breaking through the cloud Of that disguise which did their graces shrow'd, And mixing with those gallants at the Ball Daunce with the Ladies, and outshine them all; Or on his iourny ore the mountaines ride? So when the faire Leucothoe he spide, To check his steeds impatient Phoebus earn'd, Though all the world was in his course concern'd.

What may hereafter her meridian doe, Whose dawning beauty warm'd his bosome so? Not so divine a flame, since deathlesse Gods Forbore to visit the defil'd abodes Of men, in any mortall brest did burn; Nor shall, till Piety and they return.