For, as darke texts need notes: there some must bee
To usher vertue, and say, This is shee.
So in the country'is beauty; to this place
You are the season (Madame) you the day,
15'Tis but a grave of spices, till your face
Exhale them, and a thick close bud display.
Widow'd and reclus'd else, her sweets she'enshrines;
As China, when the Sunne at Brasill dines.
Out from your chariot, morning breaks at night,
20And falsifies both computations so;