Giles Fletcher The Younger
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A Description Of Justice
But Justice had no sooner Mercy seen,
Smoothing the wrinkles of her Fathers brow,
But up she starts and throwes herself between :
As when a vapour from a moory slough,
Meeting with fresh Eoiis, that but now
Open'd the world, which all in darknesse lay,
Doth heaven's bright face of his rayes disarray,
And sads the smiling orient of the springing day.
She was a virgin of austere regard,
Not as the world esteemes her, deaf and blinde,
But as the eagle, that hath oft compar'd
Her eye with heavVs, so, and more brightly shin'd
Her lamping sight; for she the ...