Chapter 23
Section 23. Love Enthroned by Richard Lovelace. Read for LibriVox.org by caveat. In troth I do myself persuade that the wild boy is grown a man, and all his childishness off-laid, ere since Lucaster did his fires ban. He has left his apish jigs, and whipping hearts like gigs, for the other day I heard him swear that beauty should be crowned in honour's chair.
With what a true and heavenly state he doth his glorious darts dispense, Now cleansed from falsehood, blood, and hate, And newly tipped with innocence, Love justice is become, and doth the cruel doom. Reversed is the old decree,
Behold, he sits enthroned with majesty. Enthroned in Lucaster's eye, He doth our faith and heart survey, Then measures them by sympathy, And each to the other's breast convey
Whilst to his altars now the frozen vestals bow And strict Diana too doth go A-hunting with his feared exchanged bow The embracing seas and ambient air Now in his holy fires burn
Fish-couple, birds and beasts in pair Do their own sacrifices turn This is a miracle that might religion swell but she that these and their god oars her crowned self submits to her own laws
