Suck ev’ry letter, and a honey gain,
Precious for any grief in any part ;
To clear the breast, to mollify all pain.
Thou art all health, health thriving, till it make
A full eternity: thou art a mass
Of strange delights, where we may wish and take.
Ladies, look here; this is the thankfull glass,
That mends the lookers eyes: this is the well
That washes what it shows. Who can indear
Thy praise too much? thou art heav’ns Lidger here,
Working against the states of death and hell.
Thou art joys handsell: heav’n lies flat in thee,
Subject to ev’ry mounters bended knee.