To the fame Lady. 
OT (0 fearch the Indies for their Balm and Spice, 
Rifle the treafure of old Paradife, 
E_nter all Breafts where Innocence doth dwell, 
V ifit the Pulpit, or the Fryers Cell, 
O + fearch the Sea, and peirce the riche/? Mines, 
R_anore the Legend of the Saints, and Shrines ; 
How needle/s then would all this labour be 
A t our return, when we amazd fhould fee 
N ature and Virtue had each fev ral grace 
M_ ade to inhabit in one Breaft and Face ? 
E ndthenour firife, and in her Beanteous Namé, 
R ead all Perfeétion, and from whence it came. 
Madam, 
T bough yan Wa PME AIO LOA INGE 
Your Virtues [peak you Still the fame = 
As when th Acroftick frft was writ, — 
Therefore t were fin to alter it. 3 
