Cloris. O that these Dewes Rosewater were for thee,

These Mists Perfumes that hang vpon these thicks,
And that the Winds were all Aromaticks,
Which, if my wish could make them, they should bee.

      Mertilla. O that my Bottle one whole Diamond were,
    So fild with Nectar that a Flye might sup, 90
    And at one draught that thou mightst drinke it vp,
    Yet a Carouse not good enough I feare.

      Cloris. That all the Pearle, the Seas, or Indias haue
    Were well dissolu’d, and thereof made a Lake,
    Thou there in bathing, and I by to take
    Pleasure to see thee cleerer than the Waue.

      Mertilla. O that the Hornes of all the Heards we see,
    Were of fine gold, or else that euery horne
    Were like to that one of the Vnicorne,
    And of all these, not one but were thy Fee. 100

      Cloris. O that their Hooues were Iuory, or some thing,
    Then the pur’st Iuory farre more Christalline,
    Fild with the food wherewith the Gods doe dine,
    To keepe thy Youth in a continuall Spring.

      Mertilla. O that the sweets of all the Flowers that grow,
    The labouring ayre would gather into one,
    In Gardens, Fields, nor Meadowes leauing none,
    And all their Sweetnesse vpon thee would throw.

      Cloris. Nay that those sweet harmonious straines we heare,
    Amongst the liuely Birds melodious Layes, 110
    As they recording sit vpon the Sprayes,
    Were houering still for Musick at thine eare.

      Mertilla. O that thy name were caru’d on euery Tree,
    That as these plants still great, and greater grow,
    Thy name deare Nimph might be enlarged so,
    That euery Groue and Coppis might speake thee.

      Cloris. Nay would thy name vpon their Rynds were set,
    And by the Nimphes so oft and lowdly spoken,
    As that the Ecchoes to that language broken
    Thy happy name might hourely counterfet. 120

      Mertilla. O let the Spring still put sterne winter by,
    And in rich Damaske let her Reuell still,
    As it should doe if I might haue my will,
    That thou mightst still walke on her Tapistry;
    And thus since Fate no longer time alowes
    Vnder this broad and shady Sicamore,
    Where now we sit, as we haue oft before;
    Those yet vnborne shall offer vp their Vowes.

The fift Nimphall

CLAIA, LELIPA, CLARINAX a Hermit.