The Phanseys of William Cavendish Marquis of Newcastle addressed to Margaret Lucas and her Letters in reply: Edited by Douglas Grant |
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 | The Phanseys of William Cavendish Marquis of Newcastle |  |
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Love's Troubles
Our Love grows Troublesome, I doubt too true;
So troublesome, both troubles mee and you.
It is both peace and Warre, all State affairs
Of Comonwelths, and drownds all other Cares;
All Greefe Expresses, and Expresses Pleasure,
The height of both; is poverty and Treasure.
Divinity and Story I can drawe
Out of our love, and Newse too, and so Lawe;
What not? so Under our love all things fall,
All things is our love, and our love is all.
Such greevous pleasure, troublesome delight,
So painfull pleas'd, with and without your Sight;
All att one Tyme, those Passions mingl'd power,
Just as is sweet things mixt with those that's Sower,
So to love's taste; yett pleasure drownds the Payne,
Pleasure by Greefe, more pleasure doth remayne.
Such mingl'd Motions Variously doe move
My Panntinge Harte and tremblinge Brayne: that's love,
And love of you; I sweare by love t'is so.
It is, it is some thing I doe not know;
And yett it is so fully Exprest in that,
That it is somethinge, but I know not what:
Like the greate hiddne Secrett of our ball,
Eternall matter mov'd, that moves our all
And yett is nothinge; Motion, Accedent,
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And yett, me thinkes, we both know love so well
In fayth, yett neyther of Us it can tell.
Thus troubled least you thinke I doe neglect you,
And you are troubled that I thus respect you.
How shall we helpe our trouble? it will Ease Us:
When our love's mett together, sure will please Us.
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