The British Church ¶ The Britiſh Church. I ioy, Deare I Joy, deare Mother, when I veiw view Thy perfect lineaments and hue .  Thy perfect lineaments, and hue          b oth sweet & Both ſweet and bright. Beauty Beautie in thee takes vp the up her place, And dates her letters from thy face,         When she ſhe doth write. A fine a ſ pect in fitt array, fine aſpect in fit aray, Neither too meane, mean, nor yet too gay,          Showes Shows who is best beſt . Outlandish lookes Outlandiſh looks may not compare: For all they either painted are are,         Or els vndrest elſe undreſt . She on ye Hills, w ch wantonlie the hills, which wantonly Allureth all in hope to bee be         By her preferd, preferr’d, Hath kiss’d kiſs’d so long her painted shrines ſhrines , That euen ev’n her face by kissing shines kiſſing ſhines,         For her reward. She in ye Valley is so shy the valley is ſo ſhie Of dressing, yt her haire doth ly dreſſing, that her hair doth lie         About her eares: While she avoyds her neighbo rs ſhe avoids her neighbours pride, She wholy wholly goes on th’other side th’ other ſide ,         And nothing weares wears . But Dearest deareſt Mother, what those misse, (what thoſe miſſe) The meane, thy praise and glory mean thy praiſe and glorie is,         And long may bee be . Blessed Bleſſed be God, whose Loue whoſe love it was To double- mote moat thee with his grace,         And none but thee.                        ¶ The