Claraphil and Clarinda in a forrest of fancies. By Tho: Jordan |
A Cross Acrostich, on two crosst Lovers.
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Claraphil and Clarinda | ||
A Cross Acrostich, on two crosst Lovers.
Though cros'd in our Affection, still the flames,Of Honour, shall secure our Noble Names
Nor shal Our Fare divorce our Faith, Or cause,
The least Mislike of Love's Diviner Laws.
Crosses somtimes Are Cures, Now let us prove,
That no strength Shall Abate the Power of Love:
Honor, Wit, Beauty, Riches, Wisemen call,
Frail Fortune's Badges, In true Love lies all.
Therfore to him we Yeild; our Vows shall be
Payd, Read, and written in Eternity:
That All may know, when men grant no Redress,
Much Love can sweeten the unhappinesS.
Claraphil and Clarinda | ||