JEWELL of Jewells, richer far Then all those pretious Beauties are, Which to our West Stream from ye East: The Way Of Day, The Morne though deck'd wth Heavnly Modestie Blusheth not halfe so gracefully as Shee. For She it was who did let in A Brighter, & a Nobler @3Sun,@1 Then e'r did rise To Mortall eyes: A @3Sun@1 Whom none Of all ye Heavns could hold; @3Gods Son@1 was Hee And thine, Immaculate @3Virginitie.@1 Would any curious Critick know A thing more white, & chast then snow? First wash his Eye, Then let Him prie, For Shee Will be Clowded wth in her veile: Though much more bright Then Day, She meekly shrowds her selfe in Night. Lillies are cleanly, white & sweet, And yet they have but dirty feet; Their Roots from Earth Never look forth, But grow Below. Onely this spotlesse Flowre, wch plants her Root Deep in ye Heavns, did never fowle her foot. For there She grew & flourished Before old @3Time@1 began to bud: Yea & brought forth A Stem more worth Then all The Ball Of Heavn & Earth: The @3VIRGIN SIRE@1 alone Eternally begat his @3VIRGIN SONNE.@1 The yeouthfull beauteous @3Spirits@1 above With this fair Flowre fell All in love. No marrying there As Wee have here; But They All say, Let dirty wormes below goe wed; whilst Wee Copie our @3VIRGIN MASTERS@1 Puritie. Yet by your leave Sweet @3Spirits,@1 now These wormes have crept far after You. Great @3Gabriell@1 Remembers well What He Did see At @3Nazareth,@1 a Virgin Spotlesse Thing, Purer then was His Archangelick Wing. Wherfore when He had thither flew Behind his back his Wings he drew, And straitway all His Plumes let fall; He spyde The Bride Of Heavns Great @3Dove@1: (How pure & chast was Shee, Which was the @3Virgin Spouse of Chastitie?@1) With Reverend Voice & bended knee @3Haile, full of Grace,@1 to Her said Hee, This complement From Heavn was sent: No Name Became This Soule but That; whose awfull Presence made @3Gabriel@1 of Her, as She of Him afraid. Hee never saw his Brethrns face Blush wth a more celestiall grace: And had He spyde About Her side Such Things As Wings, He would have been familiar, & have said Good morrow Brother, to this Sacred Maid. All hail @3Great Queen of Chastity@1 That Name is due from Us to Thee, Whose Pattern all Our World doth call To come; And some Faire Voluntiers have ventur'd on to fight Under Thy Colours, which are @3Lilly-white@1. They have resolv'd to fight wth Thee The Battells of @3VIRGINITIE@1; And to resigne Their Corps like Thine Sinceer And clear Unto their Maker, from whose Hand We see All Creatures come in @3VIRGIN PURITIE.@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DAWN by MAXWELL STRUTHERS BURT FOOLS OF DREAM by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON NOSTALGIA by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON BURNING BRUSH IN VERMONT by DANIEL LEAVENS CADY THAT DAY SHE SEIZED by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES THE HAPPY ENCOUNTER by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE AMBOYNA: EPILOGUE by JOHN DRYDEN |