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ve； It were no blessing thus obtain'd； Thou rather would'st a curse have gain'd； Then let thy warm driven snow be ever stain'd。
II。 Not that you feared the discolo'ring cold Might alchymize their silver into gold； Nor could your ten white nuns so sin； That you should thus pennance them in； Each in her coarse hair smock of discipline。
III。 Nor； Hero…like who； on their crest still wore A lyon； panther； leopard； or a bore； To looke their enemies in their herse； Thou would'st thy hand should deeper pierce； And； in its softness rough； appear more fierce。
IV。 No； no； LUCASTA； destiny decreed； That beasts to thee a sacrifice should bleed； And strip themselves to make you gay： For ne'r yet herald did display A coat； where SABLES upon ERMIN lay。
V。 This for lay…lovers； that must stand at dore； Salute the threshold； and admire no more； But I； in my invention tough； Rate not this outward bliss enough； But still contemplate must the hidden muffe。
A BLACK PATCH ON LUCASTA'S FACE。
Dull as I was； to think that a court fly Presum'd so neer her eye； When 'twas th' industrious bee Mistook her glorious face for paradise； To summe up all his chymistry of spice； With a brave pride and honour led； Neer both her suns he makes his bed； And； though a spark； struggles to rise as red。 Then aemulates the gay Daughter of day； Acts the romantick phoenix' fate； When now； with all his sweets lay'd out in state； LUCASTA scatters but one heat； And all the aromatick pills do sweat； And gums calcin'd themselves to powder beat； Which a fresh gale of air Conveys into her hair； Then chaft； he's set on fire； And in these holy flames doth glad expire； And that black marble tablet there So neer her either sphere Was plac'd； nor foyl； nor ornament； But the sweet little bee's large monument。
The following is a poet's lecture to the ladies of his time on the long prevailing practice of wearing patches； in which it seems that Lucasta acquiesced：
BLACK PATCHES。 VANITAS VANITATUM。 LADIES turn conjurers； and can impart The hidden mystery of the black art； Black artificial patches do betray； They more affect the works of night than day。 The creature strives the Creator to disgrace； By patching that which is a perfect face： A little stain upon the purest dye Is both offensive to the heart and eye。 Defile not then with spots that face of snow； Where the wise God His workmanship doth show； The light of nature and the light of grace Is the complexion for a lady's face。 FLAMMA SINE FUMO； by R。 Watkyns； 1662； p。 81。
In a poem entitled THE BURSSE OF REFORMATION； in praise of the New Exchange； printed in WIT RESTORED； 1658； patches are enumerated among the wares of all sorts to be procured there：
〃Heer patches are of every cut； For pimples and for scars。〃
They were also used for rheum； as appears from a passage in WESTWARD HOE； 1607：
〃JUDITH。 I am so troubled with the rheum too。 Mouse； what's good for it？ HONEY。 How often I have told you you must get a patch。〃 Webster's WORKS； ed。 Hazlitt； i。 87。 See Durfey's PILLS TO PURGE MELANCHOLY； v。 197。
〃Mrs。 Pepys wore patches； and so did my Lady Sandwich and her daughter。〃DIARY； 30 Aug。 and 20 Oct。 1660。
ANOTHER。
I。 As I beheld a winter's evening air； Curl'd in her court…false…locks of living hair； Butter'd with jessamine the sun left there。
II。 Galliard and clinquant she appear'd to give； A serenade or ball to us that grieve； And teach us A LA MODE more gently live。
III。 But as a Moor； who to her cheeks prefers White spots； t' allure her black idolaters； Me thought she look'd all ore…bepatch'd with stars。
IV。 Like the dark front of some Ethiopian queen； Vailed all ore with gems of red； blew； green； Whose ugly night seem'd masked with days skreen。
V。 Whilst the fond people offer'd sacrifice To saphyrs； 'stead of veins and arteries； And bow'd unto the diamonds； not her eyes。
VI。 Behold LUCASTA'S face； how't glows like noon！ A sun intire is her complexion； And form'd of one whole constellation。
VII。 So gently shining； so serene； so cleer； Her look doth universal Nature cheer； Only a cloud or two hangs here and there。
TO LUCASTA。
I。 I laugh and sing； but cannot tell Whether the folly on't sounds well； But then I groan； Methinks； in tune； Whilst grief； despair and fear dance to the air Of my despised prayer。
II。 A pretty antick love does this； Then strikes a galliard with a kiss； As in the end The chords they rend； So you but with a touch from your fair hand Turn all to saraband。
TO LUCASTA。
I。 Like to the sent'nel stars； I watch all night； For still the grand round of your light And glorious breast Awake in me an east： Nor will my rolling eyes ere know a west。
II。 Now on my down I'm toss'd as on a wave； And my repose is made my grave； Fluttering I lye； Do beat my self and dye； But for a resurrection from your eye。
III。 Ah； my fair murdresse！ dost thou cruelly heal With various pains to make me well？ Then let me be Thy cut anatomie； And in each mangled part my heart you'l see。
Original has AWAKES。
LUCASTA AT THE BATH。
I。 I' th' autumn of a summer's day； When all the winds got leave to play； LUCASTA； that fair ship； is lanch'd； And from its crust this almond blanch'd。
II。 Blow then； unruly northwind； blow； 'Till in their holds your eyes you stow； And swell your cheeks； bequeath chill death； See！ she hath smil'd thee out of breath。
III。 Court； gentle zephyr； court and fan Her softer breast's carnation wan； Your charming rhethorick of down Flyes scatter'd from before her frown。
IV。 Say； my white water…lilly； say； How is't those warm streams break away； Cut by thy chast cold breast； which dwells Amidst them arm'd in isicles？
V。 And the hot floods； more raging grown； In flames of thee then in their own； In their distempers wildly glow； And kisse thy pillar of fix'd snow。
VI。 No sulphur； through whose each blew vein The thick and lazy currents strein； Can cure the smarting nor the fell Blisters of love； wherewith they swell。
VII。 These great physicians of the blind； The lame； and fatal blains of Inde In every drop themselves now see Speckled with a new leprosie。
VIII。 As sick drinks are with old wine dash'd； Foul waters too with spirits wash'd； Thou greiv'd； perchance； one tear let'st fall； Which straight did purifie them all。
IX。 And now is cleans'd enough the flood； Which since runs cleare as doth thy blood； Of the wet pearls uncrown thy hair； And mantle thee with ermin air。
X。 Lucasta； hail！ fair conqueresse Of fire； air； earth and seas！ Thou whom all kneel to； yet even thou Wilt unto love； thy captive； bow。
THE ANT。
I。 Forbear； thou great good husband； little ant； A little respite from thy flood of sweat！ Thou； thine own horse and cart under this plant； Thy spacious tent； fan thy prodigious heat； Down with thy double load of that one grain！ It is a granarie for all thy train。
II。 Cease； large example of wise thrift； awhile （For thy example is become our law）； And teach thy frowns a seasonable smile： So Cato sometimes the nak'd Florals saw。 And thou； almighty foe； lay by thy sting； Whilst thy unpay'd musicians； crickets； sing。
III。 LUCASTA； she that holy makes the day； And 'stills new life in fields of fueillemort； Hath back restor'd their verdure with one ray； And with her eye bid all to play and sport； Ant； to work still！ age will thee truant call； And to save now； th'art worse than prodigal。
IV。 Austere and cynick！ not one hour t' allow； To lose with pleasure； what thou gotst with pain； But drive on sacred festivals thy plow； Tearing high…ways with thy ore…charged wain。 Not all thy life…time one poor minute live； And thy ore…labour'd bulk with mirth relieve？
V。 Look up then； miserable ant； and spie Thy fatal foes； for breaking of their law； Hov'ring above thee： Madam MARGARET PIE： And her fierce servant； meagre Sir JOHN DAW： Thy self and storehouse now they do store up； And thy whole harvest too within their crop。
VI。 Thus we unt＇h＇rifty thrive within earth's tomb For some more rav'n