IDENTILIN$$  F137DT1|Dublin ms.I|ff. 69-70|T:EWS\o\5-2-86\T&E:JSC\mf\10-24-96\P&C(hwt,mf):JMK\6-6&7-10-01;JSC\7-26-01
137.DT1.HE1  %XTo the Countess of B.
137.DT1.001  You haue refin'de mee; And to worthiest things
137.DT1.002  Virtue; Art, Beauty, ffortune nowe I see
137.DT1.003  Rareness, or vse, not Nature value brings
137.DT1.004  And such as they are circumstand[sic] they bee
137.DT1.005  Two ills can neuer perplex vs, Sinn to excuse
137.DT1.006  But of twoe good things wee may leaue, & choose
137.DT1.007  Therefore at Court, w%5ch%6 is not Virtues Clyme
137.DT1.008  where a transcendent Heigth[sic] (as lowness mee)
137.DT1.009  Makes he not bee, or not showe, All my Ryme
137.DT1.010  your vertues challenge; w%5ch%6 there rarest bee
137.DT1.011  ffor as Dark Texts need not's;[sic] there some must bee
137.DT1.012  To vsher Virtue, and say this is shee.
137.DT1.013  Soe in the Countrey'is Beauty. To this Place
137.DT1.014  you are the season (Madame) you the Day
137.DT1.015  T'is but a Graue of Spices, till your face
137.DT1.016  awake them, and a thick close Budd displaye
137.DT1.017  Widdow'd, & reclus'd ells, her sweets she'enshrines
137.DT1.018  As China, when the Sun at Brasill Dines. [CW:Out]
137.DT1.019  Out from yo%5r%6 Charriott morning breaks at night [f.69v]
137.DT1.020  and falsifies both Computations soe
137.DT1.021  Since a newe world doth rise here from yo%5r%6 light
137.DT1.022  wee yo%5r%6 newe Creatures by newe Reckonings goe
137.DT1.023  This shewes y%5t%6 you from Nature lothly straye
137.DT1.024  That suffer not an artificiall daye.
137.DT1.025  In this y'haue made your Court th'Antipodes
137.DT1.026  and will'd yo%5r%6 Delegate the Vulgar Sun
137.DT1.027  To doe prophane Autumnall offices
137.DT1.028  whil'st here to yo%5u%6 wee Sacrificers runne
137.DT1.029  And whether Priests, or Organs, you wee'obay
137.DT1.030  wee sound your influence, & yo%5r%6 Dictates saye
137.DT1.031  Yet to that Deitie w%5ch%6 dwells in you
137.DT1.032  your Virtuous soule I nowe not sacrifice
137.DT1.033  These are Petitions, & not Hymnes; They sue
137.DT1.034  But that I may survay the Edifice
137.DT1.035  In all Religions asmuch[sic] care hath beene
137.DT1.036  of Temples fframes, & Beauty,'as Rites within
137.DT1.037  As all w%5ch%6 goe to Rome, doe not thereby
137.DT1.038  Esteeme Religions, and hold fast the best
137.DT1.039  But serue discourse, and curiositie
137.DT1.040  w%5th%6 that w%5ch%6 doth Religion but invest
137.DT1.041  And shun th'intangling labyrinthes of Schooles
137.DT1.042  And make it witt, to thinke the wiser fooles
137.DT1.043  Soe in this Pilgrimage I would behold
137.DT1.044  you, as y'are Vertues-Temple, not as shee
137.DT1.045  What walls of tender Christall her vnfold
137.DT1.046  What Eyes, Hands, Bosome, her pure Altars bee
137.DT1.047  And after this Survay oppose to all
137.DT1.048  Babblers of Chappells, you th'Escuriall. [CW:Yet]
137.DT1.049  Yet not as Consecrate, but meerly as faire [f.70]
137.DT1.050  On these I cast a laye and Countrey eye
137.DT1.051  Of past, & future stories, w%5ch%6 are rare
137.DT1.052  I finde you all Record, all Prophecie
137.DT1.053  Purge but the book of ffate, that it admitt
137.DT1.054  Noe sad, nor guilty Legends, you are it.
137.DT1.055  If Good, & Louely were not one of Both
137.DT1.056  you were the Transcript, & Originall
137.DT1.057  The Elements, the Parent, & the Growth
137.DT1.058  and euery peice of you, is both their All,
137.DT1.059  Soe'intire are all yo%5r%6 deeds, & you, that you
137.DT1.060  Must doe the same thing still, you cannot twoe.
137.DT1.061  But these, (as nice thinn Schoole-Diuinity
137.DT1.062  serues Heresie to further, or represse)
137.DT1.063  Tast of Poe%Utique rage, or flatterie
137.DT1.064  & need not where all hearts one truth professe
137.DT1.065  Ofte from newe proofes, & newe phrase, newe doubts growe
137.DT1.066  A strange attire aliens the men wee knowe
137.DT1.067  Leauing then buisie praise, and all appeale
137.DT1.068  to higher Courts, sences Decree is true
137.DT1.069  The Myne, the Magazine, the Common weale
137.DT1.070  the storie'of Beauty, in Twitnam is, & you
137.DT1.071  Who hath seene one, would both, As who had beene
137.DT1.072  In Paradise, would seeke the Cherubin.
137.DT1.0SS  ffinis.| [CW:T'haue]
137.DT1.0$$  %1Twelve 6-l. sts seperated by line-sp; of each st ll.2 & 4 ind%2