I. <br />Introth, I do my self perswade, <br /> That the wilde boy is grown a man, <br />And all his childishnesse off laid, <br /> E're since LUCASTA did his fires fan; <br /> H' has left his apish jigs, <br /> And whipping hearts like gigs: <br /> For t' other day I heard him swear, <br />That beauty should be crown'd in honours chair. <br /> <br /> II. <br />With what a true and heavenly state <br /> He doth his glorious darts dispence, <br />Now cleans'd from falsehood, blood and hate, <br /> And newly tipt with innocence! <br /> Love Justice is become, <br /> And doth the cruel doome; <br /> Reversed is the old decree; <br />Behold! he sits inthron'd with majestie. <br /> <br /> III. <br />Inthroned in LUCASTA'S eye, <br /> He doth our faith and hearts survey; <br />Then measures them by sympathy, <br /> And each to th' others breast convey; <br /> Whilst to his altars now <br /> The frozen vestals bow, <br /> And strickt Diana too doth go <br />A-hunting with his fear'd, exchanged bow. <br /> <br /> IV. <br />Th' imbracing seas and ambient air <br /> Now in his holy fires burn; <br />Fish couple, birds and beasts in pair <br /> Do their own sacrifices turn. <br /> This is a miracle, <br /> That might religion swell; <br /> But she, that these and their god awes, <br />Her crowned self submits to her own laws.<br /><br />Richard Lovelace<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-inthron-d-ode/
