The Gods foreseeing this, did make
Their Priests array themselves in Black.
To my Lady of Carnarvon, January 1.
Idol of our Sex! Envy of thine own!
Whom not t’ have seen, is never to have known,
What eyes are good for; to have seen, not lov’d,
Is to be more, or lesse then man, unmov’d;
Deigne to accept, what I i’ th’ name of all