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137.00B.0HE %X%1To the Countesse of Bedford%2.
137.00B.001 MADAM,/ Y%+Ou have refin'd me, and to worthiest things
137.00B.002 Vertue, Art, Beautie, Fortune; now I see
137.00B.003 Rarenesse, or use, not nature value brings;
137.00B.004 And such, as they are circumstanc'd, they bee.
137.00B.005 Two ills can nere perplex us, sin t'excuse;
137.00B.006 But of two good things we may leave and chuse. 
137.00B.007 Therefore at Court, which is not vertues clime,
137.00B.008 Where a transcendent height, (as, lownesse mee)
137.00B.009 Makes her not be, or not show: all my rime
137.00B.010 Your vertues challenge, which there rarest bee;
137.00B.011 For, as dark texts need notes: there some must be
137.00B.012 To usher vertue, and say, %1This is she%2. 
137.00B.013 So in the countrey'is beautie. To this place
137.00B.014 You are the season, (Madam) you the day,
137.00B.015 'Tis but a grave of spices, till your face
137.00B.016 Exhale them,[Exhalethem,(MH)] and a thicke close bud display.
137.00B.017 Widow'd and reclus'd else, her sweets she'en-\(shrines
137.00B.018 As China, when the Sunne at Brasill dines. 
137.00B.019 Out from your chariot, morning breaks at night,
137.00B.020 And falsifies both computations so;
137.00B.021 Since a new world doth rise here from your light,
137.00B.022 We your new creatures, by new recknings goe. [CW: This]
137.00B.023 This showes that you from nature loathly stray, [163
137.00B.024 That suffer not an Artificiall day. 
137.00B.025 In this you have made the Court the Antipodes,
137.00B.026 And will'd your Delegate, the vulgar Sunne,
137.00B.027 To doe profane autumnall offices,
137.00B.028 Whil'st here to you, we sacrificers runne;
137.00B.029 And whether Priests, or Organs, you wee'obey,
137.00B.030 We sound your influence, and your Dictates say. 
137.00B.031 Yet to that Deitie which dwels in you,
137.00B.032 Your vertuous Soule, I now not sacrifice;
137.00B.033 These are %1Petitions%2, and not %1Hymnes%2; they sue
137.00B.034 But that I may survay the edifice.
137.00B.035 In all Religions as much care hath bin
137.00B.036 Of Temples frames, and beautie,'as Rites within. 
137.00B.037 As all which goe to Rome, doe not thereby,
137.00B.038 Esteeme religions, and hold fast the best,
137.00B.039 But serve discourse, and curiositie,
137.00B.040 With that which doth religion but invest,
137.00B.041 And shun th'entangling labyrinths of Schools,
137.00B.042 And make it wit, to thinke the wiser fooles:
137.00B.043 So in this pilgrimage I would behold
137.00B.044 You as you are Vertues Temple, not as she,
137.00B.045 What wals[sic] of tender christall her enfold,
137.00B.046 What eyes, hands, bosome, her pure Altars be;
137.00B.047 And after this survay, oppose to all
137.00B.048 Babblers of Chapels, you th'Escuriall. [CW:Yet] 
137.00B.049 Yet not as consecrate, but meerly'as faire; [164
137.00B.050 On these I cast a lay and countrey eye.
137.00B.051 Of past and future stories, which are rare,
137.00B.052 I finde you all record, and prophesie.
137.00B.053 Purge but the booke of Fate, that it admit
137.00B.054 No sad nor guiltie legends, you are it. 
137.00B.055 If good and lovely were not one, of both
137.00B.056 You were the transcript, and originall,
137.00B.057 The Elements, the Parent, and the Growth
137.00B.058 And every peece of you, is worth their All,
137.00B.059 So'intire are all your deeds, and you, that you
137.00B.060 Must doe the same things still: you cannot two. 
137.00B.061 But these (as nice thinne Schoole divinitie
137.00B.062 Serves heresie to furder or represse)
137.00B.063 Taste of Poe%Utique rage, or flatterie,
137.00B.064 And need not, where all hearts one truth professe;
137.00B.065 Oft from new proofs, and new phrase, new doubts  /(grow
137.00B.066 As strange attire alters the men we know. 
137.00B.067 Leaving then busie praise, and all appeale,
137.00B.068 To higher Courts, senses decree is true.
137.00B.069 The Mine; the Magazine, the common-weale,
137.00B.070 The story of beautie',in Twicknam is, and you.
137.00B.071 Who hath seen one, would both; As, who had bin
137.00B.072 In Paradise, would seeke the Cherubin. [CW:%1To%2]
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