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.