 | Ostella Or the Faction of Love and Beauty Reconcil'd |  |
To Ostella upon the lamenting the death of her Sparrow.
What from a thing so mean, could raise
so much delight in thee,
That for its losse so soon thy Rays:
with storms should covered be?
so much delight in thee,
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with storms should covered be?
A Bird that wanted Natures layes,
nor Beauty had, nor Worth.
Whom Nature never meant for praise;
but tongue-ti'd sent it forth.
nor Beauty had, nor Worth.
Whom Nature never meant for praise;
but tongue-ti'd sent it forth.
That 'tis a wonder strikes my heart,
and seems my sence to mock,
From whence it should achieve an Art
to draw tears from a rock.
and seems my sence to mock,
From whence it should achieve an Art
to draw tears from a rock.
But if the death of such a vain
thing, so much troubles you.
What for the heart your scorn hath slain
ought you in soul to do?
thing, so much troubles you.
What for the heart your scorn hath slain
ought you in soul to do?
| Ostella Or the Faction of Love and Beauty Reconcil'd | |