Great Britain's Beauties, OR, The Female Glory; Epitomised, In Encomiastic Anagramms, and Acrostiches, Upon the highly honoured Names of the QUEEN'S most gracious Majesty, and the Gallant Lady-Masquers in her Grace's glorious Grand-Masque. Presented at White-Hall on Shrove-Tuesday at night, by the Queen's Majesty and her Ladies. With Distiches, and Illustrations, upon their several Anagramms, being in number fifteen, whose Names ensue in order on the next side.  
Published by Authority.  Plectra gerens Erato, saltat pede, Carmine vultu. 

The pleasant Muse Erato, she beguiles  
The time, in Revels, Dancing, Songs and Smiles.   
Framed, and form, by the humble Pen of FRANCIS LENTON, the Queens Poet.  
LONDON, Printed by Marmaduke Parsons, for james Becket, at the Inner Temple Gate. 1638.   


The Masquers.  
1 The QUEEN'S Majesty.  
2 Duchess Lenox.  
3 Countess Oxford.  
4 Countess Southampt:  
5 Countess Carnarvan.  
6 Countess Newport.  
7 Countess Portland.  
8 La: Anne Rich.  
9 La: Katherine Howard.  
10 La: Elizabeth Cecil.  
11 La: Dorothea Sidney.  
12 La: Elizab: Fielding.  
13 La: Frances Howard.  
14 M ris. Victoria Carey.  
15 M ris. Saphia Nevil.    


The POET'S Apology.  
Where Coelique virtue shines, my Muse's lays,  
Freely, and fearless, may divulge their Praise,  
But where foul vice doth reign (in Honour's height)  
My Pen shall scorn to be their Parasite:  
In these rare Princely Dames (of precious lot)  
No eye could ever spy, lest taint, or spot.    

TO THE MOST GRACIOUS, MOST BEAUTEOUS, and most Candid Queen of all Christendom, our Magnificent Queen MARY.  

Mirror of goodness, most Illustrious Dame,  
My prostrate Muse, (adoring your great Name)  
Presumes here to present unto your Grace,  
Your Anagramme; with all the rest in Place,  
Whom you were pleased to honour in this Task,  
(The rarest Ladies of your Royal Masque.)  
Together with a true Acrostique flame,  
Aspiring from the Letters of your Name.  
Pardon my humble Pen which (in your Fame)  
Hath blazed the brightness of your Anagramme;  
From whose celestial light, & virtuous mind,  
These Ladies (All) the milk-white Path do find,  
(By your example) unto virtue's height,  
At which they aim, with labour, and delight,  
And in their Race, that way, do strive which shall  
Outstrip the other for the golden Ball;  
Of these great Ladies, you the Leader are,  
Who (like the Wisemen) follow you, their Star.   
Your Grace's most Humble Servant, FRA: LENTON.   

TO THE HIGHLY DESCENDED And Heroic Duchess' Grace of LENOX, and all the great and virtuous Countesses, and Virgin Ladies, Associates in this Royal Assembly.  

YOu rarer Beauties of great Britain's Court,  
(Employed in this most glorious Masking sport)  
At your high Altars I do humbly proffer  
These Poems, which my modest Muse doth offer  
To each of your fair Hands, and gracious Eyes,  
Craving you would receive this Sacrifice  
Assigned to your Praise; whose real worth  
My painful Pen here study'de to set forth:  
Though in the best endeavours of my Spirits,  
I fall far short of your transcending Merits;  
Yet pardon, Ladies, and accept the Will,  
Of your true Honourer, whose worthless Quill  
Knows what he wants in Fancy, and in Flames,  
Will be supplied by your Heroic Names:  
Thus graced, when you have read, I do not fear,  
A kind Acceptance from each Lady here.   
Devoted to your Virtues, FRA: LENTON.   

To the Critical Age.  

TRranslators, and your Anagrammatists,  
(All know) are both confined to narrow Lists;  
Nor can a Rapture, or fantastic Flame,  
Fly in its full carreire upon a Name,  
'Cause bounded with the Letters; where 'tis sin,  
Not with the Names first Letters to begin  
Each Verse composed by Acrostique Art,  
Yet to run smooth (with Sense) in every part.  
And for our Anagramms, some erst did please,  
To term them (right) Nugae Difficiles;  
But if you will expect them without blame,  
They must reflect o'th' Nature, Beauty, Fame,  
Birth, Honour, Breeding, Quality, or Wit.  
Of them, whose Names your fancy haps to fit:  
Which if you rightly construe, surely then,  
You'll find no gross fault in my modest Pen.  
But if rash Censure you will undertake,  
I tell you 'tis more ease to mend then make:  
Of which, I dare not say you can do neither,  
Till you have tried, and faulty prove in either:  
Then Bandy what you please, this Book hath past,  
Approved above, and slights each lower Blast.    


An Anagramme upon the Name of our most gracious Queen, MARIA STVART. Anagramme. I AM A TRV STAR.  

Distichon.  
A Royal, Sacred, bright, true fixed Star,  
In whose compare, all other Comets are.   

Illustration.  
A Morning Star, whose Rose at blush and smile,  
Shows the day's solace, and the night's exile;  
A radiant Star, whose lustre, more Divine,  
By Charles (our Sun) doth gloriously shine:  
No wand'ring Planet, that moves circular,  
But a true, constant, loyal, fixed Star:  
A Star whose influence, and sacred light,  
Doth beautify the day, and bless the night;  
Which shining brightly in the highest Sphere,  
Adorns those smaller Stars, which now appear  
Before her presence; by whose gracious sight,  
Their numerous feet now pace with rich delight:  
O happy they approach unto that Throne,  
Where virtues are the constellation.  
And let it be proclaimed nigh, and far,  
That our Illustrious Queen, Is a true Star.    

Her Grace's Acrostiche.  

MINERVA'S Darling, and the Muse's Eye,  
All Natures fair Perfections in her Feature,  
R are Precedent of virtuous Majesty,  
I mparalelled by any Mortal Creature,  
A strea's Goddess, and Diana's joy,   

S urpassing both in Grace, and Excellence,  
T hat Sacred Queen, which Haman sought to 'stroy,  
V astis Successor of such Eminence,  
A Royal Dame of great Magnificence.  
R aigne (rarest Queen) in Plenty, Pleasure, Peace,  
T ill Sol's extinct, and crazy Time shall cease.     


An Anagramme upon the Royal Name of Lenoxes' gracious and loyal Duchess. MARRY STVART. Anagr. A TRUSTY ARM.  

Distichon.  
Unto the world sound forth this rare Alarm,  
This gracious Rib, is proved a Trusty Arme.   

Illustration.  
AN Arm implieth strength, and courage too,  
And women (though but weak) can much do▪  
But if you take it in another sense,  
Arm signifies a safeguard, or defence,  
And therefore when we shield ourselves from harms,  
Our Martialists do call our weapons, Arms:  
Arm, Emblem is of Love, and Courtesy,  
Which our embracing welcomes do descry;  
All these have essence in her virtuous Grace,  
Giving unto her Lord a chaste embrace.  
A Trusty Arm, there loyalty, and truth  
Crown all the Actions of her beauteous youth;  
O happy Prince, whose love is still kept warm  
By such a loyal, loving, Trusty Arme.    

Her Grace's Acrostiche.  

mary's blessed Name you have, and mary's Grace,  
And mary's Virtues deck both Soul, and Face,  
Right Royal Duchess, deign t' accept a Muse,  
Y mployed, in duty, to your Grace's use;   

S acred Espousals now have crowned your Merit,  
T hat by fair Hymen's Rites you do inherit  
V nited Force; which Mighty jove increase,  
And long may you subsist in Love, and Peace:  
R iches with Honour; Grace with Goodness twine,  
T together in your Gordian Knot Divine.     


An Anagramme upon the Name of the Noble minded, and heroic Assistant, of all virtuous Actions, the Countess of Oxford. DIANA VERE. Anagr. AN AID EVER.  

Distichon.  
You are (fair Dame) that for the which you're made,  
Your Lord's Assistant, and perpetual Aid.   

Illustration.  
YOur real Anagramme (which here is named)  
Is the chief end for which you first were framed,  
To be a Coadjutor, helper, Aid,  
Unto your Husband, for which you were made,  
To be a Comfort, Solace, and Rejoice,  
To him on whom you fixed have your choice:  
This (Royal Lady) was your proper end,  
Which moral, and diviner Schools commend  
Unto your knowledge; next, in this Relation,  
Is both for Love, Increase, and Propagation,  
Nor is your chaste Assistance to persever,  
For a short time, but to remain for ever  
In Hymen's sacred Bond; a Loyal Wife,  
And Twin of Nuptial love your total life:  
And so you are (renowned Oxford's Dame)  
Who left behind him an eternal Fame.  
By these, great Countess, 'twill be truly said,  
Your Love, and Virtue ever is an Aid.    

Her Acrostiche.  

DIANA as our Poets do descry,  
I s Virtue's Queen, Goddess of Chastity,  
And you retain her Nature, as her Name:  
N or are your Virtues of a lesser Fame,  
And you an equal Deity may claim:   

V ertue and Nobleness in you we find,  
E nnately seated in your sacred Mind,  
R aising a rare Applause of your Deserts,  
E nriched with so many royal Parts:  
That should I set them down in Verity,  
The world would tax my Muse with Flattery.     


An Anagramme upon the Name of the Sanctious and chaste Countess of Southampton. RACHEL WRIOTHESLEY. Anagr. HOLY LIVER, CHASTE EVER.  

Distichon.  
If chaste, and holy (Lady) you persever,  
You'll be a Phoenix here, a Saint for ever.   

Illustration.  
LIke to an holy Angel, such is she,  
(chaste Ladies ever likest Angels be)  
O happy Lady then, more happy wife,  
Whose holy conversation, pious life,  
Is pointed in thy Name, much more thy Mind,  
Which unto every holy Act's inclined.  
The Hebrew (which in Mystery is deep)  
Says thy Name (Rachel) signifies a Sheep;  
And holy Text declares, that Sheep, and Goats,  
Th' one righteous, th' other wicked Flock denotes:  
A holy Liver then (Religious Dame)  
You are in deed, in Anagramme, and Name.  
Being a holy Liver, none's so vast,  
As to deny Holiness to be chaste;  
'Twould be absurd (each Scholar will confess)  
To grant the greater, and deny the less:  
Nor can they either; her chaste holy Flame,  
In all her ways do justify the same:  
By this mere Envy must confess (at last)  
That she's a holy Liver, ever chaste.    

Her Acrostiche.  

R are, Holy, chaste, see how each Epithet  
A dornes her qualities, which are complete,  
C hastitie is a Handmaid to her given,  
H olynes once will lift her unto Heaven,  
E ache Females virtue on these two depend;  
Like▪ Babe on Nur●e, or Indigent on Friend;  
L ove, Zeal, Hope, Charity, and all the Graces,   

W hich Dignify, and Deify your Faces,  
R ely on Purity, and Holiness,  
I n both of which consists your happiness:  
O prosper in those virtues, and persever,  
T he which will crown you with Reward for ever:  
H oly and chaste your Honoured Name implies,  
E ven so your true Acrostiche verifies,  
Since you in Name and Graces sympathize:  
Live long (fair Dame) in Piety, and Peace,  
E nriched with an Off spring, and increase,  
Y mpes of this Tree grow up, and never cease.     


An Anagramme upon the Name of the highly honoured and adored, the Countess of Carnarvan. ANNA SAPHIA DORMERE. Anagr. MANY A PAN ADORES HERALD  

Distichon.  
For her rare Beauty, and her virtues more,  
Many a Terrene God doth Her adore.   

Illustration.  
THe Poets fain, the Shepherd's God was Pan,  
And yet that Shepherd God was but a Man,  
A Man of eminence, King, Prince, or Peer,  
Who o'er the rest ruled in a higher sphere,  
Alluding unto holy Scriptures Pen,  
I called you Gods, but you shall die like Men:  
Thus many men (who here are Gods on earth)  
Adore her virtues, honour her high Birth:  
For whosoever shall view the majesty  
Of her rare presence, and commanding eye,  
May quickly (for a Goddess) her implore,  
And (secretly) her Princely form adore:  
But to her Beauty, add her Virtues; than  
She well may be adored by many a Pan.    

Her Acrostiche.  

A dmired Lady! Beauty's Excellence,  
N atures chief Workmanship, and Masterpiece,  
N or so alone, but Virtue's Quintessence,  
And far exceeding Helena of Greece.   

S weeter than junes new blossomed fragrant Rose,  
A rabique Odours, or the Eastern Spice,  
P erfumes of Aromatic; rare compose,  
H ere vented at rich value, and high Price:  
I n her all graces, and all virtues shine,  
A s clear as mighty Phoebus doth at noon,   

D eclaring her to be a Dame divine,  
O f rarest form, real Perfection:  
R royal in Mind, as noble in her Blood,  
M aching each Muse her peerless praise to spread;  
E ven from fair Thamesis sweet silver Flood,  
R eaching unto blue Thetis deeper bed;  
E njoy (fair Saint) All pleasures on the Earth,  
And of your Offspring may there ne'er be dearth.     


An Anagramme upon the Name of the highly advanced, and virtuous, the Countess of Newport. ANNA BLOUNTA. Anagr. ENN, una A● ALTO. In English, Behold a high one.  

Distichon.  
Behold a beauteous Lady, honoured high,  
near to the brightest Star in Britain's sky.   

Illustration.  
BEhold another shining from on high,  
Of Princely grace, and honour's modesty,  
A virtuous Lady of heroic Blood,  
chaste, wise, fair, witty, loyal, true, and good:  
One of those blazing Stars which (on this night)  
Accompanied the rest in their delight,  
A high advanced one, to Mary near,  
Placed with the greater Stars in Honour's sphere.  
Behold Spectators (with a cheerful eye)  
How passing comely, and how gracefully  
These high ones do adorn our glorious Court,  
In Masking, Revels, and such Royal sport:  
All eyes which on these gallant Ladies gaze,  
ne'er weary, but with wonder and amaze.  
Your Name no English Anagramme would take,  
Therefore the Latin I was forced to make.    

Her Acrostiche.  

A s Heaven great Favours unto you assigned,  
N atures fair Beauty, with a virtuous Mind,  
N or are you barred of any terrene Pleasure,  
E ven so may you enriched be, and move,   

B oath in good Works, Zeal, Piety, and Love,  
L aying up somewhat for your Coelique Treasure.  
O n you (bright Star) all meaner Eyes do look,  
V eiwing your Virtue's in fair Actions Book;  
N or shall they (in their searching) ever find,  
T hat you eclipse the glory of your kind.     


An Anagramme upon the Name of the Royal, and real lover of virtues, the Countess of Portland. FRANCIS WESTONE. Anagr. ONE FANCY'S VERTV'S.  

Distichon.  
She to the best of Centre's sure doth move,  
Whose Circle tendeth unto Virtue's love.   

Illustration.  
ONe of a royal Stock, and Family,  
One of rare Beauty, real Chastity,  
A noble Lady (once of Stuarts Name)  
Which fills Great Britain with eternal fame;  
Hath to her greatness, goodness of the mind,  
And fancies Virtue, where she doth it find,  
Though wrapped in Beggars rags; she wisely sees,  
(Though Justice be not currant without Fees)  
Yet Virtue one day, will have due reward,  
When Vice (with its Impostures) shall be barred  
The place o'th' Blessed; for which she doth strive,  
By pious Acts, whilst she is yet alive:  
she's one, a rare one too, who loves, and fancies  
Virtue, before all pleasures, sports, and dances.    

Her Acrostiche.  

F air Virtue's Citadel, and Beauty's Grace,  
Rich both in real goodness, and high Place,  
A Lady of inestimable Worth;  
N ot by a meaner Muse to be set forth.  
Come all ye Sisters, join with one Consent,  
I n her Applause, (who is so eminent.)  
Since what proceedeth from my humble Bays,   

W ill but diminish, not augment her Praise:  
E ngaged thus, for your Assistance I  
S hall study to be grateful till I Die:  
T hen gentle Lady cast a gracious Eye,  
O n these Endeavours on your Honoured Names.  
N owe filling Britain's Court with your great Fames.     


An Anagramme upon the Name and Title of the beauteous, and virtuous, LADY ANNE RICH. Anagr. RICH IN LAND.  

Distichon.  
She who hath all Earth's pleasures at command,  
Is Rich in all, and therefore Rich in Land.   

Illustration.  
RIch in your honoured Birth, and Rich in Name,  
Rich in your Family, and Rich in Fame,  
Rich in your Virtues, Rich in Chastity,  
Rich in your noble Carriage, Courtesy,  
Rich in your Consort, Rich in Progeny,  
Rich in religious Zeal, and Piety,  
Rich in your Person, Beauty, Modesty,  
Seeming to us a Terrene Deity:  
In all these Riches (which you do possess)  
Heaven sure hath lent you a great Happiness;  
To which add this (which is at your command)  
Rich in Estate, which we call, Rich in Land.  
To all may length of day's increase (with Honour)  
And all joves' blessings still be heaped upon her.    

Her Acrostiche.  

A ngelique Lady, Beauty's Magazine,  
N atures fair Glory, and Perfection,  
N o Muse can blaze thy virtuous worth, nor Pen,  
E xpresse to th' life thy rare Proportion:   

Rich every way, in Goodness, Grace, and Name,  
I n Honour, Bounty, and Urbanity,  
C hacing all Vice that may detect thy Fame,  
H igh seated in the Sphere of Majesty:  
Where may it ever flourish, and grow green,  
By the Reflection of our Sacred Queen.     


An Anagramme upon the beauteous and virtuous Virgin, the Lady KATHERINE HOWARD. Anagr. KIND HEART HEAR WO.  

Distichon.  
If you expect kind usage from a Foe,  
In your distress, then pity others woe.   

Illustration.  
HEroick Lady! chaste, wise, fair, and witty,  
Whose tender soul attentive is to pity,  
Which doth adorn your virgin noble Sex,  
If a young Lord for you (by Loves perplex)  
Be drowned in sorrow, drenched in amorous woe,  
By the fierce dart of Cupid, from his bow,  
And quite o'erthrown in that All-conquering Duel  
Of love, whose fire burns out his vital Fuel;  
Kind heart, kind heart! O be not too too cruel!  
But e'er he hath his fatal overthrow,  
Relent, kind heart, relent; and hear his woe:  
And though your heart may think he doth presume  
Upon your kindness; do not quite consume  
Him in his ardent Flame, which cannot dye,  
Till he find mutual love to quench it by.  
Thus from your tender soul, the world will know,  
That your kind heart hath ears to pity woe:  
Yet not so pity, as to cross your mind,  
In Love's most Sacred Band; though Love be blind.  
O may you, when fair Hymen you invites,  
Be blessed in all Loves mutual chaste delights:  
Mean time, 'cause Cupid's coals in you may glow,  
If he deserve (kind Lady) hear his woe:    

Another. KATHERINE HOWARD. Anagr. AH, THOU RARE, KIND.  

THou art the Kind, and Phoenix of thy kind,  
Thou art the Rare, nay, rarest of the fair!  
Whose Virtues show the beauties of thy mind,  
And lovely hue, thy eye, cheek, lip, and hair:  
Thus art Thou kind, and fair, in soul, and face,  
Of noble carriage, and of comely grace.  
Blame not your Anagramme, Thou Kind, and Rare,  
In whose chaste soul each Virtue claims a share:  
We may as soon the Northwest passage find,  
As such another (Thou) so Rare, so Kind.    

Her Acrostiche.  

K now Gallants all, (who love her Noble name,  
And Virgin Virtues,) that this Beauteous Dame,  
T ranscendeth far, the thrice three Sisters Praise,  
H ere crowned with Pallas, and pure Vesta's Bays,  
E nriching her with Wisdom from on high,  
R eligious Zeal, Love, Truth, and Chastity,  
I n whom all other Virtues we descry:  
N or is this Fictive, for her glorious Fame  
E xceedeth all Encomiastique Flame:   

H ere Birth and high Descent (from ancient Kings)  
O n her reflect; (as Heraldry now sings)  
W hose Grace excels the greatness of her Arms,  
And conquers Heroes with her virtuous Charms:  
R are Vest all Lady, pardon, if my Truth,  
D we Honour and Applause, adds to your Youth.     


An Anagramme upon the Name of the Pious, Zealous, and Beauteous Lady, ELISABETH CECIL. Anagr. BY THY ZEAL ECCELL.  

Distichon.  
Certes, in joys eternal thou shalt dwell,  
If on this Orb, in Zeal thou dost eccell.   

Illustration.  
YOur Anagramme (imparative) doth tell,  
That you (fair Lady) others should excel;  
And as there is a great transcendency,  
In Birth, in Person, Place, and Quality,  
From others, who in lower places dwell,  
So you in grace, and goodness should excel:  
That they (by your example) may delight  
To imitate, though not attain that height  
Of Virtue, which your honoured Youth doth hold,  
Like Saphires rich enameled in Gold:  
But how should you excel? Heroic Dame,  
And gain unto yourself an endless Fame,  
Not only by your Virtues morally,  
As Justice, Prudence, Temperance, Chastity,  
But by a pious and a zealous Flame,  
Which shall in Zion ever fix your Name:  
Do, noble Lady! By thy Zeal excel,  
And Earth will scarce afford Thy Parallel.    

Her Acrostiche.  

E xcellent Lady, in your form I see,  
L ively delineate the Grace's three,  
I nriching you with Virtues from above,  
Z eale, Meekness, Piety, Faith, Hope, and Love:  
A dorning your fair Soul, and beauteous Mind,  
B eyond all Trimmes which we on Earth do find:  
E xcell you do indeed most of your Kind:  
Thy Virtue's and rare Parts do well descry,  
H even of his gifts hath not dealt niggardly.   

Come all ye Shepherds, all that are (with speed)  
E xcellent, or with Pipe, or Oaten Reed;  
Come all ye Muses from Parnassus' Hill,  
I here invoke Apollo, with his Quill,  
L et all these now assist me in her Praise,  
L est in the same I linger out my Days.     


An Anagramme upon the Name of the beauteous Virgin, the Lady DOROTHEA SIDNEY. Anagr. THY EYES DO ADORN.  

Distichon.  
Thy chaste, and modest Eyes, so much adorn,  
That Beauty's Queen, to thee, is but a scorn.   

Illustration.  
THe Eyes, they are the beauties of the face,  
And of the feature are the only grace,  
The body's light, most pleasant of the sense,  
Feeding upon each objects excellence:  
The prospect of the soul, which taketh pleasure,  
Thorough these Organs to behold the treasure  
Of this large Cosmos; where (as well I ween)  
We all delight to see, and to be seen:  
So that to have a Body without Eyes,  
Is like the world sans Phoebus in the skies:  
But, not to lose myself, I will return  
Unto your Eyes, your Eyes which do adorn.  
The baits of Love, from whose enchanting parts,  
You conquer, and enchain the stoutest hearts:  
There Love takes fire, and from that train, it steals  
Down to the heart, which the Report reveals.  
Besides these ornaments (chaste Lady, fair)  
Your rose at Cheek, your coral Lip, and Hair,  
Your Person, Presence, Virtues, all unite,  
In which the greatest Prince may take delight:  
In rings by all your Servants, this be worn,  
Next to their vanquished hearts (Thy Eyes adorn.  
And let her be adored to the skies.  
That is adorned with such All-conquering Eyes.    

Her Acrostiche.  

D ul world awake, and with thy Dim Eyes look,  
O be all the Beauties of Dame Nature's Book,  
R ead till thy Eyes fall out, thou ne'er wilt find,  
O ne of so clear a Beauty, clear a Mind.  
T ache heed (you flaming Hearts) how you come near,  
H oer fair, and princely Presence; for I fear  
E ache of you will be taken by her Eye,  
And led into Love's wished Captivity:   

SIDNEY (of Endless Fame) whose rare Compile  
I nriched is with sweet Eloquence, and Style,  
D it not so much all other Pens control,  
N or so delight the sense, as she the Soul:  
E ache Part of her deserves the best of Men,  
Y mployed in her Praise, beyond my Pen.     


An Anagramme upon the Name of the flourishing Lily of Virtue's field, the beauteous, ELISABETH FIELDING. Anagr. THY LIFE (AN EBB) GLIDES.  

Distichon.  
Although thy Life (like to an Ebb) doth glide,  
Thy Virtues do aspire like a Tide.   

Illustration.  
LAdy, the first day of our life, and Birth,  
We do begin to dye, and go to Earth;  
And here's a Paradox to you I show,  
Our Life doth Ebb Maugre our time doth flow:  
Less years to less, the more in age we grow,  
And yet our days, they cannot backward go;  
If Life then be an Ebb, and fadeth swift,  
Long Life's a blessing, and a heavenly gift:  
The which, for you, my Muse shall e'er implore,  
That from such noble Stems we may see more  
Fair Branches of so high, a well-grown Tree,  
T'increase your honoured Name, and Pedigree.  
Yet she who longest on this Globe abides,  
Her Life like thine's (an Ebb) and quickly glides.    

Her Acrostiche.  

E ven as the Rose, or Lily of the Field,  
L ooks fair and fresh, and fragrant sweets doth yield;  
I n the full Time, and season of the Year;  
S o this pure Lady to her Prime is grown,  
A Gend' Arms like a Flower) blossomed is, and blown,  
B eyond the Beauty which in them appear:  
E ven as the Passengers more curious Eye,  
T empted by Rose or Fruit as he goes by)  
H o'th' a desire to taste, or pluck the same;   

F ull so the noble Youths about the Court,  
E nured to see such Beauties here resort;  
I f they desire to touch, it is their Flame:  
L et than that Flame be quenched in nuptial Fires,  
D ear Lady, so may both have their desires:  
I n which you're knit, till one by Death expires:  
N owe Vesta guard you, till fair Hymen shall  
Greet you with Garlands, at Love's Festival.     


An Anagramme upon the Name of the Virtuous, and Beauteous Lady, FRANCES HOWARD. Anagr. HER FACE DRAW'S ON.  

Distichon.  
Her Face (Love's Seat) is Beauty's Paragon,  
And (like a Loadstar) draws Affection.   

Illustration.  
HEr lovely form (the beauty of her Face)  
Unto the Graces is the only Grace,  
The Poets fain, that wheresoever they spy  
The Graces three, within one Phis'nomy,  
There is perfection; But let them but view  
Her sweet complexion, amorous eye, and hue,  
Where the fresh, fragrant red Rose, and the white,  
In her fair Cheek do mingle with delight,  
Her snowy Brow, her Ivory neck, and hair,  
Transcending Beauty's Queen (who was so fair)  
And they will all confess, that they descry  
A thousand Graces in her Face, and Eye.  
Her Eye, the nest of Cupid, where his Dart  
Secretly wounds the Gazers to the heart:  
Needs must her Face draw on then, and attract,  
Which is so pure, so graceful, and exact,  
That Loves beholders (in their ardency)  
Do all adore her for a Deity:  
Thus truly we may say, Her Face draw's on,  
When all are turned to love, she looks upon.    

Her Acrostiche.  

F ramed of Earthly Mould (Angelique Fair)  
R aeson and Sense, begin both to despair  
A t thy Diviner Presence; and deny  
N ature a share, or in thy Face, or Eye,  
C ause they exceed this low Mortality:  
E xpresse then that thou art of Humane shape,  
Since Gods in sundry Forms have made Escape.   

H eavenly thou seemest unto Mortal Sense,  
O r if thou Earthly art, 'tis Exellence,  
W here virtues do attend on such a Feature,  
A Goddess we may well affirm that Creature.  
R are Lady know! your Honour, and Esteem,  
D eserves the same which you to us do seem.     


An Anagramme upon the Name of the Virtuous, Witty, and Victorious Virgin Lady, VICTORIA CAREY. Anagr. CARY A VICTORY.  

Distichon.  
'Cause you to Virtue ever have an Eye,  
Your Actions all are crowned with Victory.   

Illustration.  
IN your chaste Honour, and your virtuous Fame,  
In your rare Wit, which doth deserve A Name;  
In your sweet Tongue, and language Elegant,  
(Which in Discourse no Rhetoric doth want)  
In your rare Music, Mirth, sweet Voice, and Song,  
(Which do A Captive Lover's life prolong)  
In your so active Dance, and smother measure,  
(Which fills the Gazers with admiring Pleasure)  
In your desires, and in your modest Love,  
(To which all Youth do naturally move)  
In any thing your honoured Worth shall try,  
The day be yours, Carry a Victory.    

Her Acrostiche,  

V ictorious Lady! your so many Parts,  
(I n real Truth, replete with high Deserts)  
C onquer the knowing Souls of every one,  
T hat see's you come so nigh Perfection:  
O still be Victor in your Enterprise,  
R aysing your Name, and Fame, unto the Skies,  
I n your fair Carriage, Lovely Courtesy,  
A n humble Soul in Honour's height we spy,   

C ausing a Reverence, and humble Knee,  
A ttracted by your high Humility,  
R are Mirror, in which you yourself do see:  
E njoy all good on Earth, and when you Die,  
Y mmortall live in endless Victory.     


An Anagramme upon the Name of the truly Virtuous, and Happy, M ris. SAPHIA NEVIL. Anagr. lives HAPI'N AL.  

Distichon.  
Where Piety true Virtue doth install,  
Her Life's a Happy Pilgrimage in all.   

Illustration.  
HAppy in Birth, and Education,  
Happy in Nearness, and Relation  
To Sacred Mary, our most gracious Queen,  
(Whose Parallel on Earth's not to be seen)  
Happy in Choice, Happy in Offspring too,  
Happy in all you undertake to do;  
Happy in Hopes, and Happy in Supplies,  
Happy in Friends, and Happy in Allies:  
Happy in Wisdom, Wit, and Government,  
Happy in Virtue (Beauty's ornament)  
Happy in her sweet Carriage, Courtesy,  
Esteem, Respect; Honour, and Chastity,  
Happy in her Deportment, fair Desert,  
(Which every where hath gained each virtuous heart)  
Here she both Happy lives, and draws sweet Breath,  
And doubtless, will be Happy in her Death:  
Then Certes we may her most Happy call,  
Who (nought exempt) doth Happy live in all.    

Her Acrostiche.  

S ummon the Muses all unto her Name,  
And when they have (in a Nectarian Flame)  
P aused on her Virtue's, publish in her Glory,  
H oer real Worth, (which doth deserve a Story:)  
I n whom is Wisdom, Piety, and Grace,  
A chaste white Soul, and a sweet Modest Face.   

N o Pride can seize her, no, she's still the same,  
E rst knowing when Pride cometh, then comes shame,  
V ertue's her Object, Vice her Abject slave,  
I n whose black Art, nor thought, nor Act, she'll have:  
L ooke on her Actions, with impartial Eye,  
L oe than a Mortal Saint you will descry.    
FINIS.