Richard Lovelace,
Princess Löysa drawing
“ And he (whilst she his curles doth deck) Hangs no where now, but on her neck. Here Phoebus with a beame untombes Long-hid Leucothoë, and dombes Her father there ; Daphne the faire Knowes now no bayes but round her haire ; And to Apollo and his Sons Who pay him their due Orisons, Bequeaths her Lawrell-robe, that flame Contemnes, Thunder and evill Fame. III. There kneel'd Adonis fresh as spring, Gaye as his youth, now offering Her selfe those joyes with voice and hand, Which first he could not understand. ”
