Richard Lovelace - To My Worthy Friend Mr. Peter Lilly: On That Excellent Pict

Richard Lovelace - To My Worthy Friend Mr. Peter Lilly: On That Excellent Pict

See! what a clouded majesty, and eyes br Whose glory through their mist doth brighter rise! br See! what an humble bravery doth shine, br And griefe triumphant breaking through each line, br How it commands the face! so sweet a scorne br Never did HAPPY MISERY adorne! br So sacred a contempt, that others show br To this, (oth' height of all the wheele) below, br That mightiest monarchs by this shaded booke br May coppy out their proudest, richest looke. br br Whilst the true eaglet this quick luster spies, br And by his SUN'S enlightens his owne eyes; br He cures his cares, his burthen feeles, then streight br Joyes that so lightly he can beare such weight; br Whilst either eithers passion doth borrow, br And both doe grieve the same victorious sorrow. br br These, my best LILLY, with so bold a spirit br And soft a grace, as if thou didst inherit br For that time all their greatnesse, and didst draw br With those brave eyes your royal sitters saw. br br Not as of old, when a rough hand did speake br A strong aspect, and a faire face, a weake; br When only a black beard cried villaine, and br By hieroglyphicks we could understand; br When chrystall typified in a white spot, br And the bright ruby was but one red blot; br Thou dost the things Orientally the same br Not only paintst its colour, but its flame: br Thou sorrow canst designe without a teare, br And with the man his very hope or feare; br So that th' amazed world shall henceforth finde br None but my LILLY ever drew a MINDE.


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