SO Men, who once have cast the truth away, Forsook by God, do strange wild lusts obey; So the vain Gentiles, when they left t' adore One Deity, could not stop at Thousands more. Their zeal was senceless straight, and boundlesse grown They worshipt many a Beast, and many a Stone. Ah faire Apostate! couldst thou think to flee From Truth and Goodnesse, yet keep Unity? I reign'd alone; and my bless'd Selfe could call The Universall Monarch of her All. Mine, mine her fair East-Indies were above, Where those Suns rise that chear the world of Love; Where Beauties shine, like Gems of richest price; Where Corall grows, and every breath is spice: Mine too her rich West-Indies were below, Where Mines of Gold and [endless] treasures grow, But, as, when the Pellaean Conqueror di'd, Many small Princes did his Crown divide, So, since my Love his vanquisht world forsook, Murther'd by poisons from her falshood took, An hundred petty Kings claim each their part, And rend that glorious Empire of her Heart. |