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 ...

Palamede to Zelinde Ariana. lib. 6.

FAirest piece of well form'd earth, Vrge not thus your haughty Birth, The power which you have ore us lyes Not in your Race, but in your eyes. None but a Prince! alas, that voyce, Confines you to a narrow choyce; Should you no honey vow to tast, But what the Master Bees have plac't

••n compass of their Cells, how smal A portion to your share would fall? Nor all appeare among those few, Worthy the stock from whence they grew. The sap which at the root is bred In Trees, through all the boughs is spred. But Vertues which in Parents shine, Make not like Progress through the Line. 'Tis not from whom, but where wee live, The place does oft those Graces give. Great Iulius on the Mountaines bred, A flock perhaps or herd had led: Hee that the world subdu'd had been But the best Wrestler on the Green: 'Tis art and Knowledge which draw forth The hidden seeds of native worth, They blow those sparks, and make them rise Into such flames as touch the Skies.

To the old Hero's hence was given A Pedegree which reach'd to Heaven; Of mortall Seed they were not held, Which other Mortalls so excell'd: And Beauty too in such excess As yours, Zelinde, claymes no less; Smile but on me, and you shall scorn Henceforth to be of Princes born. I can describe the shady Grove, Where your lov'd Mother slept with Jove, And yet excuse the faultless Dame Caught with her Spouses shape and name; Thy matchless forme will credit bring To all the wonders I shall sing.