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Richard Lovelace - Clitophon And Lucippe Translated. To The Ladies
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  Pray, ladies, breath, awhile lay by
Caelestial Sydney`s ARCADY;
Heere`s a story that doth claime
A little respite from his flame:
Then with a quick dissolving looke
Unfold the smoothnes of this book,
To which no art (except your sight)
Can reach a worthy epithite;
`Tis an abstract of all volumes,
A pillaster of all columnes
Fancy e`re rear`d to wit, to be
The smallest gods epitome,
And so compactedly expresse
All lovers pleasing wretchednes.

  Gallant Pamela`s majesty
And her sweet sisters modesty
Are fixt in each of you; you are,
Distinct, what these together were;
Divinest, that are really
What Cariclea`s feign`d to be;
That are ev`ry one the Nine,
And brighter here Astreas shine;
View our Lucippe, and remaine
In her, these beauties o`re againe.

  Amazement!  Noble Clitophon
Ev`n now lookt somewhat colder on
His cooler mistresse, and she too
Smil`d not as she us`d to do.
See! the individuall payre
Are at sad oddes, and parted are;
They quarrell, aemulate, and stand
At strife, who first shal kisse your hand.

  A new dispute there lately rose
Betwixt the Greekes and Latines, whose
Temples should be bound with glory,
In best languaging this story;

Yee heyres of love, that with one SMILE
A ten-yeeres war can reconcile;
Peacefull Hellens!  Vertuous!  See:
The jarring languages agree!
And here, all armes layd by, they doe
In English meet to wayt on you.
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