Rose cheek'd Laura, come,
Sing thou sweetly with thy beauty's 
  Silent music, either other 
    Sweetly gracing.

  Lovely forms do flow
From concent divinely framed:
  Heaven is music, and thy beauty's 
     Birth is heav'nly.

  These dull notes we sing
Discords need for helps to grace them;
  Only beauty purely loving
    Knows no discord,

  But still moves delight,
Like clear springs renew'd by flowing,
  Ever perfect, ever in them-
    Selves eternal.