Volume 5 — To his fairest Valentine Mrs. A.L.
Reading edition
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COME pretty Birds present your Lays, And learn to chaunt a Goddess Praise; Ye Wood-Nymphs let your Voices be, Employ’d to serve her Deity: And warble forth, ye Virgins Nine, Some Musick to my Valentine. Her Bosom is Loves Paradise, There is no Heav’n but in her Eyes; She’s chaster than the Turtle-Dove, And fairer than the Queen of Love; Yea, all Perfections do combine, To beautifie my Valentine. She’s Nature’s choicest Cabinet, Where Honour, Beauty, Worth and Wit, Are all united in her Breast, The Graces claim an Interest: All Vertues that are most Divine, Shine clearest in my Valentine.
