Let dull Philosophers enquire no more
In nature's womb, nor causes strive t'explore,
By what strange harmony and course of things
Each body to the whole a tribute brings;
What secret Unions neighbouring agents make,
And of each other how they doe partake
These are but low experiments; but he
That nature's harmony entire would see,
Must search agreeing soules, sit down and view
How sweet the mixture is! how full! how true!
By what soft touches spirits greet and kiss,
And in each other can compleat their bliss:
A wonder so sublime it will admit
No rude spectatour to contemplate it
The object will refine, and he that can
Friendship revere must be a noble man.
How much above the common rate of things
Must they then be from whom this Union springs?
But what's all this to me, who live to be
Disprover of my own morallity?
And he that knew my unimproved Soule,
Would say I meant all friendship to controule.
But bodys move in time, and so must minds;
And though th'attempt no easy progress finds,
Yet quit me not, least I should desperate grow,
But to such friendship add some patience now
Oh may good heaven but so much vertue lend,
To make me fit to be Lucasia's friend!
But I'le forsake my self, and seek a new
Self in her brest, that's far more rich and true.
Thus the poore Bee unmark'd doth humm and fly,
And dron'd with age would unregarded dy,
Unless some curious artist thither come
Will bless the insect with an Amber Tomb
Then glorious in its funerall, the Bee
Gets eminence, and gets Eternity