Pearch thou my Spirit on her Silver Breasts, And with their pains redoubled Musick beatings, Let them toss thee to world where all toil rests, Where Bliss is subject to no Fear's defeatings; Her Praise I tune whose Tongue doth tune the Sphears, And gets new Muses in her Hearers Ears.
Stars fall to fetch fresh light from her rich eyes, Her bright Brow drives the Sun to Clouds beneath. Her Hairs reflex with red strakes paints the Skies, Sweet Morn and Evening dew flows from her breath: _Phoebe_ rules Tides, she my Tears tides forth draws, In her sick-Bed Love sits, and maketh Laws.
Her dainty Limbs tinsel her Silk soft Sheets, Her Rose-crown'd Cheeks eclipse my dazled sight. O Glass! with too much joy my thoughts thou greets, And yet thou shew'st me day but by twilight. Ile kiss thee for the kindness I have felt, Her Lips one Kiss would unto _Nectar_ melt.
From the Emperor's Court he went to the City of _Florence_, the Pride and Glory of _Italy_, in which City his _Geraldine_ was born, never ceasing till he came to the House of her Nativity; and being shewn the Chamber her clear Sun-beams first thrust themselves in this cloud of Flesh, he was transported with an Extasie of Joy, his Mouth overflow'd with _Magnificats_, his Tongue thrust the Stars out of Heaven, and eclipsed the Sun and Moon with Comparisons of his _Geraldine_, and in praise of the Chamber that was so illuminatively honoured with her Radiant Conception, he penned this Sonnet:
Fair Room, the presence of sweet Beauties pride, This place the Sun upon the Earth did hold, When _Phaeton_ his Chariot did misguide, The Tower where _Jove_ rain'd down himself in Gold, Prostrate as holy ground Ile worship thee. Our _Ladies Chappel_ henceforth be thou nam'd; Here first _Loves Queen_ put on Mortality, And with her Beauty all the world inflam'd. Heaven's Chambers harbouring fiery Cherubins, Are not with thee in Glory to compare. Lightning, it is not Light which in thee mines, None enter thee but streight entranced are. O! if _Elizium_ be above the ground, Then here it is, where nought but Joy is found.
That the City of _Florence_ was the ancient Seat of her Family, he himself intimates in one of his Sonnets: thus;
From _Tuscan_ came my Ladies worthy Race; Fair _Florence_ was sometimes her ancient Seat, The Weltern Isle, whose pleasant Shoar doth face, Whilst _Camber's_ Cliffs did give her lively heat.