O br br br br br Sure Lord, there is enough in thee to dry br Oceans of Ink ; for, as the Deluge did br Cover the Earth, so doth thy Majesty : br Each Cloud distills thy praise, and doth forbid br Poets to turn it to another use. br Roses and Lillies speak thee ; and to make br A pair of Cheeks of them, is thy abuse. br Why should I Womens eyes for Chrystal take? br Such poor invention burns in their low mind, br Whose fire is wild, and doth not upward go br To praise, and on thee Lord, some Ink bestow.