Facetiae : Musarum deliciae, or, The Muses recreation, conteining ...

Facetiae : Musarum deliciae, or, The Muses recreation, conteining ... Facetiae : Musarum deliciae, or, The Muses recreation, conteining ...

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446 Fancies and Fantasticks.On a patch' d up Madam.Pigmaleons fate revers'd is mine,His marble love took flesh and blood,What late I worship'd, I decline ;Your Beauty now is understoodTo have no more in it of life,Then that whereof he framed his wife.As women yet who apprehendSome suddain cause of causelesse fear.Although that seeming cause take end ;And they behold no danger neer,A shaking through their limbs they findLike Leaves saluted by the wind.So though your beauties do appearNo Beauties which amaz'd me so,Yet from my Breast I cannot teareThe passion which from thence did grow,Nor yet out of my fancy raceThe print of that supposed face.A Real Beauty though too neerThe fond Narcissus did admire,I dote on that which is no whereThe sign of Beauty feeds my fire :No mortall flame was ere so cruellAs mine which thus survives the fuell.

Fancies and Fantasticks. 447The Reply on the Contrary.Not caring to observe the wind,Or the unfaithful Sea explore,I now no painted colours find,But settled stand upon the shoar ;And may not here new dangers lyeTo conquer and deceive the eye ?No, for she looks so pure, so cleerThat her rich Bottom doth appearPav'd all with precious things, not tornFrom shiprack'd Vessels, but there bora ;Here Sweetness, Truth, and every GraceWhich time and youth are wont to teachThe eye may in a moment reachAnd read distinctly in her face ;Some other Nymph with colours faintAnd with slow Pensils we may paint ;And a weak heart in time destroy,But she alone can print the Boy,Can with a single look inflameThe coldest Breast, the rudest tame.Then Painter say, where couldst thou findShades to counterfeit that face ?For colours of this glorious kind,Come not from any mortal race.In heaven it self she sure was drest,With that Angel-like guise,Thus not deluded, we are blestAnd see with clearest eyes.

446 Fancies and Fantasticks.On a patch' d up Madam.Pigmaleons fate revers'd is mine,His marble love took flesh and blood,What late I w<strong>or</strong>ship'd, I decline ;Your Beauty now is understoodTo have no m<strong>or</strong>e in it of life,<strong>The</strong>n that whereof he framed his wife.As women yet who apprehendSome suddain cause of causelesse fear.Although that seeming cause take end ;And they behold no danger neer,A shaking through their limbs they findLike Leaves saluted by the wind.So though your beauties do appearNo Beauties which amaz'd me so,Yet from my Breast I cannot teare<strong>The</strong> passion which from thence did grow,N<strong>or</strong> yet out of my fancy race<strong>The</strong> print of that supposed face.A Real Beauty though too neer<strong>The</strong> fond Narcissus did admire,I dote on that which is no where<strong>The</strong> sign of Beauty feeds my fire :No m<strong>or</strong>tall flame was ere so cruellAs mine which thus survives the fuell.

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