LOVE ENTHRON'D by RICHARD LOVELACE

IN troth, I do myself persuade
That the wild boy is grown a man;
And, all his childishness off laid,
E'er since Lucasta did his fires fan.
H' has left his apish jigs,
And whipping hearts like gigs;
For t' other day I heard him swear
That Beauty should be crown'd in Honour's chair.

With what a true and heavenly state
He doth his glorious darts dispense,
Now cleans'd from falsehood, blood, and hate,
And newly tipp'd with innocence;
Love Justice is become,
And doth the cruel doom:
Reversed is the old decree:
Behold! he sits enthron'd with majesty.

Enthroned in Lucasta's eye,
He doth our faith and hearts survey;
Then measures them by sympathy,
And each to th' other's breast convey;
Whilst to his altars now
The frozen Vestals bow,
And strict Diana, too, doth go
A-hunting with his fear'd, exchanged bow.

Th' embracing seas and ambient air
Now in his holy fires burn;
Fish couple, birds and beasts in pair
Do their own sacrifices turn.

This is a miracle
That might religion swell:
But she, that these and their god awes,
Her crowned self submits to her own laws.

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