Light to the secret chambers of the brain!
And thou up-floatest, warm, and newly-bathed,
And with thine own apparent beauties swathed,
Wringing the waters from thine arborous hair;
That all men's hearts, which do behold and see,
Grow weak with their exceeding much desire,
Enamoured with their utter wish of thee,
What vine-outquickening life all creatures sup,