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Save you fair Lady, all health and your own wishes be upon you.
All the toys the Gods delight in, wait on you, fairest.
Ans. Sir, I should be ungrateful not to wish you a share in them.
By your leave Lady, may my boldness prove pardonable.
Good morrow to you Sir, to meet you was a happiness that I did not dream of. But tell me how it is with you?
Well, Sir, at present, and I hope always shall be so, to do you service.
Save you Sir, you are most fortunately met.
Lady, The pleasure of this sweet morning attend you.
You are the beauty without parallel; in your Face all the Graces, and in your Mind all the Vertues are met: he that looks upon your mild Aspect, were it the most savage crea∣ture, would derive a new Nature from your Beauty.
That Eye was Juno's, those Lips were once the Queen of Loves, that Virgin Blush was Diana's: Thus, Madam, You have a Donative from every Deity.
Apollo hath given you his orient Brightness; Venus her curious Shape; Jupiter his high and stately Forehead; the God of Eloquence his flowing Speech: and all the Female Deities have show'd their Bounties and Beauties on your Face.
Her Hair is like the Beams that adorn Apollo's head.
Soft as new spun Silk, curling with such a natural wanton∣ness, as if they strove to delight the Fancy of her that wears them.
Made a stately prospect, and show'd like a fair Castle com∣manding some goodly Countrey.
So full of majesty, that Aurora blushes to see a countenance brighter then her own. Her Face is full of Sun-shine.
Have more entertainment then all the vain pomp which the Persians ever taught the world.
Dart Lightning through the Air. The Stars borrow new light from your more radiant Eyes. They are able to grace the Heavens, and beautifie the Skie in the clearest night. They are Natures richest Diamonds set in foils of polisht Ivory.
Are so graceful and full of comfort, that with them she is able to revive a dying Lover.
Shew like Lawn spread upon Roses. Nature painted the colour thereof in the most glorious Tulips. They are slips of Paradise, not to be gather'd but wondred at.
So sweet, that the Arabian Odours seem to borrow their excellency from thence. It expires more sweet Odours then issu'd from the palm-trees in Paradise.
Are like the full ripe Cherry, which when they open, dis∣cover a treasury greater then that of the Indian Ivory.
Shews Ilke a piece of pure and polisht Chrystal, which the God of Love delights to uphold with his soft hand.
Is tipt with such a fire and powerful art, as might tame the most rebellious spirit.
Is Cupids Bow, most sweetly bent, to shoot his Darts against every heart.
Of such a whiteness as exceeds the unsull'd Snow.
Invade the weakned senses, and overcome the heart.
So charming, that it hath power to do more then ever Spi∣rits or Orpheus did; should the holy Church-men use it, it would tie up the nightly, without the addition of more ex∣orcism.
Are fit to embrace a King.
Soft and smooth, the violet Veins whereof run along like Mines of Turkoeses.
Are two mountains of pure Snow, from the two Fountains whereof, Cupid himself sucks Nectar.
She comprehends whatsoever can be imagin'd, or wish'd for in the Idea of a Woman; She is so heavenly a piece, that when Nature had wrought her, she lost her needle, like one that never hop'd to work again any so fair and lively a crea∣ture.