When I goe Hence ye Closet-Gods, I feare Never againe to have ingression here: Where I have had, what ever thing co'd be Pleasant, and precious to my Muse and me. Besides rare sweets, I had a Book which none Co'd reade the Intext but my selfe alone. About the Cover of this Book there went A curious-comely clean Compartlement: And, in the midst, to grace it more, was set A blushing-pretty-peeping Rubelet: But now 'tis clos'd; and being shut, & seal'd, Be it, O be it, never more reveal'd! Keep here still, Closet-Gods, 'fore whom I've set Oblations oft, of sweetest Marmelet. |