IDENTILIN$$ F137O20\BedfRef\MS Eng. poet. e.99, ff. 37-38v\GL\mf\P:EWS\o\6-17-93;6-29-95\C:JSC\'95;12-4-00 137.O20.0HE %XTo the Countesse of Bedford. 137.O20.001 Madame. /You haue refind mee; And to worthyest thinges 137.O20.002 Virtue, Art, Beauty, Fortune, now I see, 137.O20.003 Rarenes, or Vse, not Nature valewe brings, 137.O20.004 And such as they are circumstanc'd, they bee 137.O20.005 Two ills can nere perplexe vs, Sinne to Excuse 137.O20.006 But of two Good thinges, wee may leaue, and chuse. 137.O20.007 Therfore at Court, w%5ch%6 ys not Vertues Clyme 137.O20.008 Where a transcendent height, (as lowenes mee) 137.O20.009 Makes her not bee, or not showe; All my Rime 137.O20.010 Your Vertues challenge, w%5ch%6 there rarest bee. [CW:om] 137.O20.011 For as darke Texts needes Notes: Then some must bee [37v] 137.O20.012 To Vsher Vertue, and say, Thys is Shee. 137.O20.013 So in the Country is Beauty; To thys Place 137.O20.014 You are the Season Madame, you the Day, 137.O20.015 Tis but a Graue of Spices, tyll your Face 137.O20.016 Exhale them, and a thicke close bud displaye. 137.O20.017 Widow'd and reclus'd Else, her sweetes She'enshrines, 137.O20.018 As China when the Sunne at Brasill dines. 137.O20.019 Out from your Charyott Morning breakes at Night 137.O20.020 And falsifyes both Computations soe, 137.O20.021 Since a new worlde doth rise here from your Sight 137.O20.022 Wee your new Creatures, by new recknings goe, 137.O20.023 Thys showes that you from Nature lothly stray 137.O20.024 That suffer not an Artificiall day. 137.O20.025 In thys you haue made the Court, the Antipodes, 137.O20.026 And will'd your Delegate the Vulgar Sunne 137.O20.027 To doe profane Autumnall Offices 137.O20.028 Whylst here to you, wee Sacrificers runne, 137.O20.029 And wheather Priests, or Organes, you wee obay, 137.O20.030 Wee sound your Influence, and your Dictates say. 137.O20.031 Yett to that Deitye w%5ch%6 dwells in you 137.O20.032 Your Virtuous Soule, I now not sacrifise, 137.O20.033 These are Petitions, and not Hymnes; They sue 137.O20.034 But that I may survay the Edifice. 137.O20.035 In all Religions as much Care hath bin 137.O20.036 Of Temples frames, and Beauty, as Rytes w%5th%6in. [CW:om] 137.O20.037 As all w%5ch%6 goe to Rome, doe not thereby [38] 137.O20.038 Esteme Religions, and hold fast the best, 137.O20.039 But serue Discourse, and Curiositye 137.O20.040 W%5th%6 that w%5ch%6 doth religion but invest, 137.O20.041 And shunne th'entanglinge laberinths of Sc'hooles,[sic] 137.O20.042 And make yt witt, to thincke the wiser fooles. 137.O20.043 So in thys Pilgrimage I wolde beholde 137.O20.044 You, as you are Vertues Temple, not, as Shee; 137.O20.045 What walls of tender Christall her Enfolde 137.O20.046 What Eyes, Handes, Bosome, her pure Altars bee 137.O20.047 And after thys Survay, oppose to all 137.O20.048 Bablers of Chappells, you th'Escuriall. 137.O20.049 Yett not as Consecrate, but meerely as fayre 137.O20.050 On these I cast a lay, and country Eye 137.O20.051 Of past and future storyes, w%5ch%6 are rare, 137.O20.052 I find you all Record, all Prophecye, 137.O20.053 Purge but the Booke of Fate, that yt admitte 137.O20.054 No sad, nor guilty legends, you are ytt. 137.O20.055 Yf Good, and Louely weare not One of both 137.O20.056 You were the Transcript, and Originall. 137.O20.057 The Elements, the Parent, and the Growth 137.O20.058 And euery Peece of you, is both theyre All. 137.O20.059 So intyre are all your Deedes, and You, that You 137.O20.060 Must doe the same thinge still; You cannot two. 137.O20.061 But these (as nice thinne Schoole Deuinitye 137.O20.062 Serues Heresye to furder, or represse) [CW:om] 137.O20.063 Tast of Poetique rage, or flatterye, [38v] 137.O20.064 And need not, where all harts one truth profes. 137.O20.065 Oft from new Profes, and new Phraze, new dobts[sic] growe 137.O20.066 As strange Attyre, aliens the men, wee knowe. 137.O20.067 Leaving then busy Prayse, and All appeale 137.O20.068 To higher Courts, Senses Decree ys true, 137.O20.069 The Myne, the Magazin, the Commonweale 137.O20.070 The story of Beawty in Twickna%M ys, & You. 137.O20.071 Who hath seene One, wold both; As, who had beene 137.O20.072 In Paradise, wolde seeke the Cherubine. 137.O20.0SS [om] 137.O20.0$$ %1Poem in 6-l. sts separated by line sp &, after sts 1 & 2 only, hash marks at both margins; 2d & 4th ll. of each st ind 2-4 sp; modern pencil foliation = 41-42v;%2 p. 156. %1in later ink left of HE%2