On Lucy, Countess of Bedford
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his morning timely wrapt with holy fire,I thought to form unto my zealous Muse,What kind of creature I could most desireTo know, serve, and love, as Poets use.I meant to make her fair, and free, and wise,Of greatest blood, and yet more good than great;I meant the day-star should not brighter rise,Nor lend like influence from his lucent seat;I meant she should be courteous, facile, sweet,Hating that solemn vice of greatness, pride;I meant each softest virtue there should meet,Fit in that softer bosom to reside.Only a learned, and a manly soulI purposed her: that should with even powers,The rock, the spindle, and the shears controlOf Destiny, and spin her own free hours.Such when I meant to feign, and wished to see,My Muse bade Bedford write, and that was she!
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