Classic Poem

To the Right Honourable, the Lord P.

My Lord.
 The reverend man by magicke of his prayer
 Hath charm'd so, that I and your daughter are
 Contracted into one. The holy lights
 Smil'd with a cheerefull lustre on our rites,
 And every thing presag'd full happinesse
 To mutuall love; if you'le the omen blesse.
 Nor grieve, my Lord, 'tis perfected. Before
Afflicted Seas sought refuge on the shore
 From the angry Northwind. Ere th' astonisht Spring
 Heard in the ayre the feather'd people sing,
 Ere time had motion, or the Sunne obtain'd
 His province o're the day, this was ordain'd.
 Nor thinke in her I courted wealth or blood,
 Or more uncertaine hopes; for had I stood
 On th' highest ground of fortune, the world knowne
 No greatnesse but what waited on my throne;
 And she had onely had that face and mind,
 I, with my selfe, had th' earth to her resign'd.
 In vertue there's an Empire. And so sweete
 The rule is when it doth with beauty meete,
 As fellow Consull; that of heaven they
 Nor earth partake; who would her disobey.
 This captiv'd me. And ere I question'd why
 I ought to love Castara , through my eye,
 This soft obedience stole into my heart.
 Then found I love might lend to th' quick-ey'd art
 Of Reason yet a purer sight: For he
 Though blind, taught her these Indies first to see,
 In whose possession I at length am blest.
 And with my selfe at quiet, here I rest,
 As all things to my powre subdu'd. To me
 Ther's nought beyond this. The whole world is she.

To the Right Honourable, the Lord P.

My Lord.
 The reverend man by magicke of his prayer
 Hath charm'd so, that I and your daughter are
 Contracted into one. The holy lights
 Smil'd with a cheerefull lustre on our rites,
 And every thing presag'd full happinesse
 To mutuall love; if you'le the omen blesse.
 Nor grieve, my Lord, 'tis perfected. Before
Afflicted Seas sought refuge on the shore
 From the angry Northwind. Ere th' astonisht Spring
 Heard in the ayre the feather'd people sing,
 Ere time had motion, or the Sunne obtain'd
 His province o're the day, this was ordain'd.
 Nor thinke in her I courted wealth or blood,
 Or more uncertaine hopes; for had I stood
 On th' highest ground of fortune, the world knowne
 No greatnesse but what waited on my throne;
 And she had onely had that face and mind,
 I, with my selfe, had th' earth to her resign'd.
 In vertue there's an Empire. And so sweete
 The rule is when it doth with beauty meete,
 As fellow Consull; that of heaven they
 Nor earth partake; who would her disobey.
 This captiv'd me. And ere I question'd why
 I ought to love Castara , through my eye,
 This soft obedience stole into my heart.
 Then found I love might lend to th' quick-ey'd art
 Of Reason yet a purer sight: For he
 Though blind, taught her these Indies first to see,
 In whose possession I at length am blest.
 And with my selfe at quiet, here I rest,
 As all things to my powre subdu'd. To me
 Ther's nought beyond this. The whole world is she.