I. <br /> <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 /> <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 /> <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 /> <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/
