The springs glorie vindicating love by temperance against the tenent, Sine Cerere & Baccho friget Venus. Moralized in a Maske. With other Poems, Epigrams, Elegies, and Epithalamiums of the Authors Thomas Nabbes |
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On a faire Lady, whom a meane Gentleman hearing her sing, and play, fell in love with.
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On a faire Lady, whom a meane Gentleman hearing her sing, and play, fell in love with.
I'm sure in heaven. No mortall eareDid ever such sweet Musicke heare.
A voyce as if each ravishing note
Were relisht from an Angels throte.
Apply'd to cordes are strooke so cleere,
As if each finger mov'd a spheare.
So full expressing every part,
That concord need no other art.
Besides, my instruments of sight
Are dazzell'd with a glorious light.
The Sun's but shaddow to her eye;
And day more darke then midnights skye.
Yet midst this heaven there is a hell:
The spice she breathes I may not smell.
Nor dare to quench my longing sipp
One drop of Nectar from her lipp.
Nor touch her hand; much lesse what's hidden,
And by a stricter law forbidden.
But might I purge my earth to move
In her high orbe so farre above
My pitch of flight; or but aspire
To rarifie it with her fire,
I'de in a perfect heaven be
In spight of my mortalitie.
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