| SEE! with what constant Motion | |
| Even, and glorious, as the Sunne, | |
| Gratiana steeres that Noble Frame, | |
| Soft as her breast, sweet as her voyce | |
| That gave each winding Law and poyze, | 5 |
| And swifter then the wings of Fame. | |
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| She beat the happy Pavement | |
| By such a Starre made Firmament, | |
| Which now no more the Roofe envies; | |
| But swells up high with Atlas ev'n, | 10 |
| Bearing the brighter, nobler Heav'n, | |
| And in her, all the Dieties. | |
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| Each step trod out a Lovers thought | |
| And the Ambitious hopes he brought, | |
| Chain'd to her brave feet with such arts; | 15 |
| Such sweet command, and gentle awe, | |
| As when she ceas'd, we sighing saw | |
| The floore lay pav'd with broken hearts. | |
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| So did she move; so did she sing | |
| Like the Harmonious spheres that bring | 20 |
| Unto their Rounds their musick's ayd; | |
| Which she performed such a way, | |
| As all th' inamour'd world will say | |
| The Graces daunced, and Apollo play'd. | |
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