Anne Killigrew

BEhold, dear Mother, who was late our Fear,

TH'ambitious Eye that seeks alone,

THe Sun's my Fire, when it does shine,

HEre take no Care, take here no Care, my Muse,

IN that so temperate Soil Arcadia nam'd,

LOng my dull Muse in heavy slumbers lay,

NExt Heaven my Vows to thee (O Sacred Muse! )