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Heark； how she laughs aloud； Although the world put on its shrowd： Wept at by the fantastic crowd； Who cry： one drop； let fall From her； might save the universal ball。 She laughs again At our ridiculous pain； And at our merry misery She laughs； until she cry。 Sages； forbear That ill…contrived tear； Although your fear Doth barricado hope from your soft ear。 That which still makes her mirth to flow； Is our sinister…handed woe； Which downwards on its head doth go； And； ere that it is sown； doth grow。 This makes her spleen contract； And her just pleasure feast： For the unjustest act Is still the pleasant'st jest。
NIGHT。
TO LUCASTA。
Night！ loathed jaylor of the lock'd up sun； And tyrant…turnkey on committed day； Bright eyes lye fettered in thy dungeon； And Heaven it self doth thy dark wards obey。 Thou dost arise our living hell； With thee grones； terrors； furies dwell； Until LUCASTA doth awake； And with her beams these heavy chaines off shake。
Behold！ with opening her almighty lid； Bright eyes break rowling； and with lustre spread； And captive day his chariot mounted is； Night to her proper hell is beat； And screwed to her ebon seat； Till th' Earth with play oppressed lies； And drawes again the curtains of her eyes。
But； bondslave； I know neither day nor night； Whether she murth'ring sleep； or saving wake； Now broyl'd ith' zone of her reflected light； Then frose； my isicles； not sinews shake。 Smile then； new Nature； your soft blast Doth melt our ice； and fires waste； Whil'st the scorch'd shiv'ring world new born Now feels it all the day one rising morn。
LOVE INTHRON'D。
ODE。
I。 Introth； I do my self perswade； That the wilde boy is grown a man； And all his childishnesse off laid； E're since LUCASTA did his fires fan； H' has left his apish jigs； And whipping hearts like gigs： For t' other day I heard him swear； That beauty should be crown'd in honours chair。
II。 With what a true and heavenly state He doth his glorious darts dispence； Now cleans'd from falsehood； blood and hate； And newly tipt with innocence！ Love Justice is become； And doth the cruel doome； Reversed is the old decree； Behold！ he sits inthron'd with majestie。
III。 Inthroned in LUCASTA'S eye； He doth our faith and hearts survey； Then measures them by sympathy； And each to th' others breast convey； Whilst to his altars now The frozen vestals bow； And strickt Diana too doth go A…hunting with his fear'd； exchanged bow。
IV。 Th' imbracing seas and ambient air Now in his holy fires burn； Fish couple； birds and beasts in pair Do their own sacrifices turn。 This is a miracle； That might religion swell； But she； that these and their god awes； Her crowned self submits to her own laws。
HER MUFFE。
I。 Twas not for some calm blessing to deceive； Thou didst thy polish'd hands in shagg'd furs weave； 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。