Dark beneath, but bright above,
Here disdaining there in love!
How loose and easy hence to go.
How girt and ready to ascend,
Moving but on a point below,
It all about does upward bend!
Andrew Marvel
St. John the Baptist, (Painted by herself) in the Wilderness with Angels appearing to him with a Lamb by him.
The sun's my fire, when it doth shine.
The hollow spring's my cave of wine,
The rocks and woods afford me meat;
This Lamb and I from one dish eat:
The neighbouring herds my garments send.
My pallet the kind earth does lend:
Excess and grandeur I decline
My sole Associates are divine.
Mrs. Killigrew.
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