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Under the Discipline of an Excellent Person	A
I	-
How comes the Day orecast the Flaming Sun	A
Darkn'd at Noon as if his Course were run	A
He never rose more proud more glad more gay	B
Ne're courted Daphne with a brighter Ray	B
And now in Clouds he wraps his Head	C
As if not Daphne but himself were dead	C
And all the little Winged Troop	D
Forbear to sing and sit and droop	D
The Flowers do languish on their Beds	E
And fading hang their Mourning Heads	E
The little Cupids discontented shew	F
In Grief and Rage one breaks his Bow	G
An other tares his Cheeks and Haire	H
A third sits blubring in Despaire	H
	-
Confessing though in Love he be	I
A Powerful Dreadful Deitie	C
A Child in Wrath can do as much as he	I
Whence is this Evil hurl'd	C
On all the sweetness of the World	C
Among those Things with Beauty shine	J
Both Humane natures and Divine	J
There was not so much sorrow spi'd	C
No not that Day the sweet Adonis died	C
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II	-
Ambitious both to know the Ill and to partake	K
The little Weeping Gods I thus bespake	K
Ye Noblest Pow'rs and Gentlest that Above	L
Govern us Men but govern still with Love	L
Vouchsafe to tell what can that Sorrow be	I
Disorders Heaven and wounds a Deitie	C
My Prayer not spoken out	C
One of the Winged Rout	C
With Indignation great	C
Sprung from his Airie Seat	C
And mounting to a Higher Cloud	C
With Thunder or a Voice as loud	C
	-
Cried Mortal there there seek the Grief o'th' Gods	M
Where thou findst Plagues and their revengeful Rods	M
And in the Instant that the Thing was meant	C
He bent his Bow his Arrow plac't and to the mark it sent	C
I follow'd with my watchful Eye	-
To the Place where the Shaft did flie	N
But O unheard of Prodigy	I
It was retorted back again	O
And he that sent it felt the pain	P
Alas I think the little God was therewith slain	P
But wanton Darts ne're pierce where Honours found	C
And those that shoot them do their own Breasts wound	C
	-
III	-
The Place from which the Arrow did return	Q
Swifter then sent and with the speed did burn	Q
Was a Proud Pile which Marble Columnes bare	H
Tarrast beneath and open to the Aire	H
On either side Cords of wove Gold did tie	-
A purfl'd Curtain hanging from on high	-
To clear the Prospect of the stately Bower	H
And boast the Owners Dignity and Power	H
This shew'd the Scene from whence Loves grief arose	R
And Heaven and Nature both did discompose	R
	-
A little Nymph whose Limbs divinely bright	C
Lay like a Body of Collected Light	C
But not to Love and Courtship so disclos'd	C
But to the Rigour of a Dame oppos'd	C
Who instant on the Faire with Words and Blows	R
Now chastens Error and now Virtue shews	R
	-
IV	-
But O thou no less Blind	C
Than Wild and Savage Mind	C
Who Discipline dar'st name	S
Thy Outrage and thy shame	S
And hop'st a Radiant Crown to get	C
All Stars and Glory to thy Head made fit	C
Know that this Curse alone shall Serpent like incircle it	C
May'st thou henceforth be ever seen to stand	C
Grasping a Scourge of Vipers in thy Hand	C
Thy Hand that Furie like But see	R
By Apollos Sacred Tree	R
By his ever Tuneful Lyre	H
And his bright Image the Eternal Fire	H
Eudoras she has done this Deed	C
And made the World thus in its Darling bleed	C
	-
I know the Cruel Dame	S
Too well instructed by my Flame	S
But see her shape But see her Face	R
In her Temple such is Diana's Grace	R
Behold her Lute upon the Pavement lies	R
When Beautie's wrong'd no wonder Musick dies	R
	-
V	R
What blood of Centaurs did thy Bosom warme	S
And boyle the Balsome there up to a Storme	S
Nay Balsome flow'd not with so soft a Floud	C
As thy Thoughts Evenly Virtuous Mildly Good	C
How could thy Skilful and Harmonious Hand	C
That Rage of Seas and People could command	C
And calme Diseases with the Charming strings	R
Such Discords make in the whole Name of Things	R
But now I see the Root of thy Rash Pride	C
Because thou didst Excel the World beside	C
And it in Beauty and in Fame out shine	J
Thou would'st compare thy self to things Divine	J
And 'bove thy Standard what thou there didst see	R
Thou didst Condemn because 'twas unlike thee	R
And punisht in the Lady as unfit	C
What Bloomings were of a Diviner Wit	C
Divine she is or else Divine must be	R
A Borne or else a Growing Deitie	C
	-
VI	-
While thus I did exclaime	S
And wildly rage and blame	S
Behold the Sylvan Quire	H
Did all at one conspire	H
With shrill and cheerful Throats	R
T'assume their chirping Notes	R
The Heav'ns refulgent Eye	-
Dance't in the clear'd up Skie	K
And so triumphant shon	T
As seven days Beams he had on	T
The little Loves burn'd with nobler fier	H
Each chang'd his wanton Bow and took a Lyre	H
Singing chast Aires unto the tuneful strings	R
And time'd soft Musick with their downy Wings	R
I turn'd the little Nymph to view	-
She singing and did smiling shew	-
Eudora led a heav'nly strain	P
Her Angels Voice did eccho it again	O
	-
I then decreed no Sacriledge was wrought	C
But neerer Heav'n this Piece of Heaven was brought	C
She also brighter seem'd than she had been	U
Vertue darts forth a Light'ning 'bove the Skin	U
Eudora also shew'd as heretofore	H
When her soft Graces I did first adore	H
I saw what one did Nobly Will	N
The other sweetly did fulfil	N
Their Actions all harmoniously did sute	C
And she had only tun'd the Lady like her Lute	C

Anne Killigrew

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