Classic Poem

For a Gentleman whose Mistresses name was Ara-bella

Fair-Altar from whose Fabrick doth arise
Enough to fournish out a sacrefize
Whither that Aleblaster we Admire
Thy Flesh Enshrin'd in, or that Sparkling Fier
Thy two bright Starrs shoot from their Orbs to light
Thy Other Features into Exquisite:
Or Turtles-like Those Twinny Brests appeer
To Exprat at full Loves Character:
When from the fowlds increas ther needs a Lambe
Thy mild Sweet Countenance presents the same
Away with Sulferous wichcrafts Salt and Hayre
None such must to This Altar dare repayre:
Nor from the Heard I'l fetch a Goat or Kid
Wher Chastety's Enthron'd in Those Parts hid
But from Those Dores which Cherries Ripe out vie
And Cast more blush upon Vermillions die
From whence such Spices India never knew
Like fragrant Incense is perfum'd from you
Ther's only Your acceptance Crav'd to bring
This my poor Offer to an Offering
And t'make me happier than the Persean King.
Persarum ut vere sim Rege Beatior .