William Drummond - Poems: The First Part I lyrics

In my first years, and prime yet not at height, When sweet conceits my wits did entertain, Ere beauty's force I knew, or false delight, Or to what oar she did her captives chain, Led by a sacred troop of Phoebus' train, I first began to read, then lov'd to write, And so to praise a perfect red and white, But, God wot, wist not what was in my brain: Love smil'd to see in what an awful guise I turn'd those antiques of the age of gold, And, that I might more mysteries behold, He set so fair a volume to mine eyes, That I (quires clos'd which, dead, dead sighs but breathe) Joy on this living book to read my d**h.