" When be descended down to the mount, His personage
seemed most divine ; A thousand graces one might count Upon his lovely cheerful eyne 'Po bear him speak and sweetly smile, You were in Paradise the while.
A sweet attractive kind of grace, A full assurance given by looks. Continual comfort in a face, The lineaments of Gospel books ;
I trow that countenance cannot lie Whose thoughts are legible in the eye.
Was never eye did see that face, Was never ear did hear that tongue, Was never mind did mind his grace, That ever thought the travel long; But eyes, and ears, and ev'ry thought, Were with his sweet perfections caught."
The contents of the second are selections from Thomas Traherne Thomas Vaughan, and John Norris. Four more numbers are to follow, to include poems by George Wither, Suckling, Sedley, W. Drummond, Daniel, and others.
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