The History of Polindor and Flostella With Other Poems. By I. H. [i.e. John Harington] The third Edition, Revised and much Enlarged |
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Sight being past, much more this second day
The sweet Dorisbe Mus'd, does sober weigh
All things; besides that foul offensive Lord,
Tart, strictest Aunt, her Servant seemed stor'd
For Birth, estate to boot t'her humble Mind;
His parts and goodness glistring much, though shin'd
His lovely'st Person with Planetick blaze,
To her own Fancies wish; unmatch'd: the Face
Body (indeed Compound Enamouring.
His Love last heighten'd all, whose noblest Spring
Sublime and High, since beg'd her Self alone.
These weigh'd, she Sigh'd; when, wondring at that one,
Sigh'd three times o're: perceiv'd too plainly there
That she was growing now Unself'd (as 'twere)
Non-hearted, thrall'd; giv'n up unto Another;
Which strange surmounting Fits, whilst strove to smother
Saucy'st encreas'd; more Mus'd, the more she Lov'd:
Th' own Heart (alas) since kind Revoltress prov'd,
For absent, poor Thersames strongly pleading,
Thus, sick through Fancy-qualms, this new Love breeding
She yeilded her self up, for govern'd by
Great Love, well-known Forenz, and Destiny.
The sweet Dorisbe Mus'd, does sober weigh
All things; besides that foul offensive Lord,
Tart, strictest Aunt, her Servant seemed stor'd
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His parts and goodness glistring much, though shin'd
His lovely'st Person with Planetick blaze,
To her own Fancies wish; unmatch'd: the Face
Body (indeed Compound Enamouring.
His Love last heighten'd all, whose noblest Spring
Sublime and High, since beg'd her Self alone.
These weigh'd, she Sigh'd; when, wondring at that one,
Sigh'd three times o're: perceiv'd too plainly there
That she was growing now Unself'd (as 'twere)
Non-hearted, thrall'd; giv'n up unto Another;
Which strange surmounting Fits, whilst strove to smother
Saucy'st encreas'd; more Mus'd, the more she Lov'd:
Th' own Heart (alas) since kind Revoltress prov'd,
For absent, poor Thersames strongly pleading,
Thus, sick through Fancy-qualms, this new Love breeding
She yeilded her self up, for govern'd by
Great Love, well-known Forenz, and Destiny.
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