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Take thou a heart where no new looke

With no fresh charme of beauty tooke,

Or wanton stratagem of wit;
Whining each beautious marke to hit;
Take trh vertue doth to one confine :

Not idly wandring here and there,

nu that heart, Castara, for 'tis mine.

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MABINGTON,

TO CASTARA.

Give me a heart where no impure

Disorder'd passions rage,
Which jealousie doth not obscure,
Nor vanity t expence ingage,
Nor wooed to madnesse by queint oathes,
Or the fine rhetoricke of cloathes,
Which not the softnesse of the age
To vice or folly doth decline;
Give me that heart (Castara) for 'tis thine.,

Provokes new

appetite:

Aired by an am'rous eye or eare.

And now my heartas lodg’d with thee,

Observe but low it still
Doth listen how thine doth with me ;
And guard it well, for else it will
Runne hither backe; not to be where
I am, but 'cause thy heart is here.
But without discipline, or skill.
Our hearts shall freely 'tweene us move;

[love. Should thou or I want hearts, wee'd breath by

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NOX NOCTI INDICAT SCIENTIAM.

David.

When I survay the bright

Cælestiall spheare:
So rich with jewels hung, that night
Doth like an Ethiop bride appeare :

My soule her wings doth spread,

And heaven-ward flies,
The Almighty's mysteries to read
In the large volumes of the skies.

For the bright firmament

Shootes forth no flame
So silent, but is eloquent
In speaking the Creator's name.

No unregarded star

Contracts its light
Into so small a character,
Remov'd far from our humane sight :

But if we stedfast looke

We shall discerne In it, as in some holy booke, How man may heavenly knowledge learne,

It tells the conqueror,

That farre stretcht powre,
Which his proud dangers traffique for,
Iş but the triumph of an houre.

That from the farthest North,

Some nation may Yet undiscovered issue forth, And ore his new got conquest sway.

Some nation yet shut in

With hils of ice May be let out to scourge his sinne, Till they shall equall him in vice.

And then they likewise shall

Their ruine have; For as your selves your empires fall, And every kingdome hath a grave.

Thus those cælestiall fires,

Though seeming mute,
The fallacie of our desires
And all the pride of life confute.

For they have watcht since first

The world had birth :
And found sinne in it selfe accurst,
And nothing permanent on Earth.

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