The Eyes.

We credit most our sight; one eye doth please
Our trust far more than ten ear-witnesses.

A wanton and lascivious eye
Betrays the heart's adultery.

Kings must be dauntless; subjects will contemn
Those who want hearts and wear a diadem.

Make me a heaven, and make me there
Many a less and greater sphere:
Make me the straight and oblique lines,
The motions, lations and the signs.
Make me a chariot and a sun,
And let them through a zodiac run;
Next place me zones and tropics there,
With all the seasons of the year.
Make me a sunset and a night,
And then present the morning's light
Cloth'd in her chamlets of delight.
To these make clouds to pour down rain,
With weather foul, then fair again.
And when, wise artist, that thou hast
With all that can be this heaven grac't,
Ah! what is then this curious sky
But only my Corinna's eye?

Conquer we shall, but we must first contend;
'Tis not the fight that crowns us, but the end.

If kings and kingdoms once distracted be,
The sword of war must try the sovereignty