Ile kiss thee for the kindness I have felt,
Her Lips one Kiss would unto Nectar melt.
From the Emperor's Court he went to the City of Florence, the Pride and Glory of Italy, in which City his Geraldine was born, never ceasing till he came to the House of her Nativity; and being shewn the Chamber her clear Sun-beams first thrust themselves in this cloud of Flesh, he was transported with an Extasie of Joy, his Mouth overflow'd with Magnificats, his Tongue thrust the Stars out of Heaven, and eclipsed the Sun and Moon with Comparisons of his Geraldine, and in praise of the Chamber that was so illuminatively honoured with her Radiant Conception, he penned this Sonnet:
Fair Room, the presence of sweet Beauties pride,
This place the Sun upon the Earth did hold,
When Phaeton his Chariot did misguide,
The Tower where Jove rain'd down himself in Gold,
Prostrate as holy ground Ile worship thee.
Our Ladies Chappel henceforth be thou nam'd;
Here first Loves Queen put on Mortality,