With fresh perfumes and velvets garnished?
But ah! I need not ask; ’tis surely so;
You all would to your Saviour’s triumph go:
There would you all await, and humble homage do.
There should the Earth herself, with garlands new,
And lovely flowers embellish’d adore:
Such roses never in her garland grew;
Such lilies never in her breast she wore;
Like beauty never yet did shine before.
There should the Sun another Sun behold,