Classic Poem

1.

The Muse that sings Amira queene
Historifies in her-a
The virtue, mirrhoir, medecine,
Is come to Angletter-a
What female frailtie there can sowre
Or vitious Leauin vexe-a
Where Soveraigne bonte hath the power
To rellish all hir sex-a?

2.

Some women Loue sometyme w th some
One Virtue to retyre-a
But all the Graces are at home
And rest in one A MIRA
Who yeild a faint & glimmring shine
As glowworm's we may deeme-a
But she the Sun, the Spring, the mine
The thing, they faine wou'd seem-a.

3.

You forraigne princes that will vowe
A Pilgrimage of Fame-a
Come make your offrings here & bowe
Your heads to Nostre Dame-a.
If moderne Ladies sick doe fall
Of Pride, or Ignorance-a
Come hither & be cured all
With fleure d'elice of France-a.

4.

Would you discover what's amisse,
And reade as in a booke-a?
A MIRA such a mirrhoir is
Haue you but grace to Look'-a,
Addresse your virtues vp to hir
Tho wondrous short you fall-a
And we that tincture will preferr
And hold you perfect all-a.

5.

[And you (Sweet Charles) the sole delight
And ioye of all mankynd-a
In Robes & sevrall crounes so bright
Can no such Iewell find-a.
She was ordained, for such a king
That equall Virtues had-a,
Which makes both Court & Contrie sing
With hearts that be full glad-a

6.

Nor are our Vowes yet out of breath
To Charles & Iames & Mall-a
And Little Sweet Elisabeth
She now may bring a Hall-a
Which if she doe, let Oxford know
We Countrie Bards will frowne-a
Vnlesse their Poitts on a rowe
Putt Cambridge Verses doun-a.