Classic Poem

Blessings as rich and fragrant crown your heads
As the mild heav'n on Roses sheds,
When at their Cheeks (like Pearls) they weare
The Clouds that court them in a teare,
And may they be fed from above
By him which first ordain'd your love!

Fresh as the houres may all your pleasures be,
And healthfull as Eternitie !
Sweet as the flowres first breath , and Close
As th' unseen spreadings of the Rose,
When he unfolds his Curtain'd head,
And makes his bosome the Suns bed .

Soft as your selves run your whole lifes, and cleare
As your own glasse , or what shines there;
Smooth as heav'ns face , and bright as he
When without Mask , or Tiffanie ,
In all your time not one Jarre meet
But peace as silent as his feet .

Like the dayes Warmth may all your Comforts be,
Untoil'd for, and Serene as he,
Yet free and full as is that sheafe
Of Sun-beams gilding ev'ry leafe,
When now the tyrant-heat expires
And his Cool'd locks breath milder fires

And as those parcell'd glories he doth shed
Are the faire Issues of his head,
Which ne'r so distant are soon known
By th' heat and lustre for his own,
So may each branch of yours wee see
Your Coppyes , and our Wonders be!

And when no more on Earth you must remain
Invited hence to heav'n again,
Then may your vertuous, virgin-flames
Shine in those Heires of your fair names,
And teach the world that mysterie
Your selves in your Posteritie!

So you to both worlds shall rich presents bring,
And gather'd up to heav'n, leave here a Spring .