ROSE-CHEEKED Laura, come;
Sing thou smoothly with thy beauty’s
Silent music, either other
Sweetly gracing.
Lovely forms do flow
From concent divinely framed;
Heaven is music, and thy beauty’s
Birth is heavenly.
These dull notes we sing
Discords need for helps to grace them,
Only beauty purely loving
Knows no discord.
But still moves delight,
Like clear springs renewed by flowing,
Ever perfect, ever in them-
Selves eternal.