Poems (1686) — Two Nymphs of Diana

_On a Picture Painted by her self, representing two Nimphs of_ DIANA_'s, one in a posture to Hunt, the other Batheing_.

We are _Diana_'s Virgin-Train, Descended of no Mortal Strain;

Our Bows and Arrows are our Goods, Our Pallaces, the lofty Woods, The Hills and Dales, at early Morn, Resound and Eccho with our Horn;

We chase the Hinde and Fallow-Deer, The Wolf and Boar both dread our Spear;

In Swiftness we out-strip the Wind, An Eye and Thought we leave behind;

We _Fawns_ and Shaggy _Satyrs_ awe;

To _Sylvan Pow'rs_ we give the Law: Whatever does provoke our Hate, Our Javelins strike, as sure as _Fate_;

We Bathe in Springs, to cleanse the Soil, Contracted by our eager Toil;

In which we shine like glittering Beams, Or Christal in the Christal Streams;

Though _Venus_ we transcend in Form, No wanton Flames our Bosomes warm!

If you ask where such Wights do dwell, } In what Bless't Clime, that so excel?

} The Poets onely that can tell.

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