Song. 
By Waller, Edmund. 


Behold the brand of beauty tossed!
See how the motion does dilate the flame!
Delighted Love his spoils does boast,
And triumph in this game.
Fire to no place confined
Is both our wonder and our fear,
Moving the mind
As lightnings hurled through the air.

High heaven the glory does increase
Of all her shining lamps this artful way;
The sun in figures such as these
Joys with the moon to play.
To the sweet strains they advance,
Which do result from their own spheres,
As this nymph's dance
Moves with the numbers which she hears.