Each generous heart with love, and the dear hope
To win your gentle favour, and possess
A lovelier Lavinia found in you.
SONNET.
Ah! where is hid, if still it may survive
The canker’d tooth of Age and Time’s despight,
Ah! where is hid that Orb of glass so bright,
That Merlin for King Ryence did contrive;
That wond’rous Orb so bright, wherein did live,