 | Ostella Or the Faction of Love and Beauty Reconcil'd |  |
Vpon the Sparrow.
VVhat time hath been tane up for thee,
in play and pleasure fine,
When scarce a Glance could come to me
so great a bliss was thine:
in play and pleasure fine,
When scarce a Glance could come to me
so great a bliss was thine:
When thou didst tipple at her lip,
and swil'd in drink divine,
My Thirsty Soul one Heavenly sip,
her hate would not assign.
and swil'd in drink divine,
My Thirsty Soul one Heavenly sip,
her hate would not assign.
Oft have I envied thy poor life,
and could grasp'd forth thy Breath,
And now my Genius is as rife
to envy this thy Death.
and could grasp'd forth thy Breath,
And now my Genius is as rife
to envy this thy Death.
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Since from the Treasure of her eye,
such plenteous tears do fall;
That should my soul in torment lie,
none would be seen at all.
such plenteous tears do fall;
That should my soul in torment lie,
none would be seen at all.
But though in life and death I seem
so much to envy thee,
Yet art thou rais'd with more esteem,
from Death to Life by me.
so much to envy thee,
Yet art thou rais'd with more esteem,
from Death to Life by me.
| Ostella Or the Faction of Love and Beauty Reconcil'd | |