_This is True Love, by that true CUPID got; Which danceth Galliards in your amorous eyes, But to your frozen heart approacheth not; Only your heart he dares not enterprise, And yet through every other part he flies, And everywhere he nimbly danceth now, Though in yourself yourself perceive not how._
_For your sweet beauty daintily transfused With due proportion, throughout every part; What is it but a dance where LOVE hath used His finer cunning, and more curious Art? Where all the Elements themselves impart, And turn, and wind, and mingle with such measure That th' eye that sees it surfeits with the pleasure._
_LOVE in the twinkling of your eyelids danceth, LOVE dances in your pulses and your veins, LOVE, when you sew, your needle's point advanceth, And makes it dance a thousand curious strains Of winding rounds; whereof the form remains To shew that your fair hands can dance the Hey, Which your fine feet would learn as well as they._
_And when your ivory fingers touch the strings Of any silver-sounding instrument, LOVE makes them dance to those sweet murmurings, With busy skill and cunning excellent! O that your feet, those tunes would represent With artificial motions to and fro, That LOVE this Art in every part might shew!_
_Yet your fair soul, which came from heaven above To rule this house_ (_another heaven below_) _With divers powers in harmony doth move; And all the virtues that from her do flow In a round measure, hand in hand do go: Could I now see, as I conceive this dance, Wonder and Love would cast me in a trance._
_The richest jewel in all the heavenly treasure, That ever yet unto the earth was shown, Is Perfect Concord th' only perfect pleasure, That wretched earthborn men have ever known: For many hearts it doth compound in one, That what so one doth will, or speak, or do, With one consent they all agree thereto._
_Concord's true picture shineth in this Art Where divers men and women rankèd be, And every one doth dance a several part, Yet all as one in measure do agree, Observing perfect uniformity: All turn together, all together trace, And all together honour and embrace._
_If they whom sacred Love hath linked in one, Do, as they dance, in all their course of life; Never shall burning grief nor bitter moan, Nor factious difference, nor unkind strife, Arise between the husband and the wife; For whether forth, or back, or round he go, As doth the man, so must the woman do._