A paraphrase upon the canticles and some select hymns of the New and Old Testament, with other occasional compositions in English verse. By Samuel Woodford |
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BALLAD.
Prophane Love.
Love is a Net, and Love's a Snare,
A Thief disguis'd is Love;
Poyson below, Honey above,
A Serpent under Flowers most fair,
Fatal as Death, whose bitings are:
A Whirl-pool sounded ne're to be,
And a foul Sea from Tempests never free.
A Thief disguis'd is Love;
Poyson below, Honey above,
A Serpent under Flowers most fair,
Fatal as Death, whose bitings are:
A Whirl-pool sounded ne're to be,
And a foul Sea from Tempests never free.
Love is a Lion robb'd of his Prey,
A Wolf with Famin pin'd;
Love is a Fortress undermin'd,
A Fire, whose flames no Floods allay;
Flattery, which does our Life betray;
A Labrinth pleasant to the Eye,
But without Clew to guide the Wanderer by.
A Wolf with Famin pin'd;
Love is a Fortress undermin'd,
A Fire, whose flames no Floods allay;
Flattery, which does our Life betray;
A Labrinth pleasant to the Eye,
But without Clew to guide the Wanderer by.
Love is a Rock of Ambushments,
A weeping Crocodile;
A Syrene us'd to Sing, and Spoil,
And all the Lovers false Contents,
Are Frauds which he too late repents:
Love's an incurable Disease,
And War eternal mid vain boasts of Peace.
A weeping Crocodile;
A Syrene us'd to Sing, and Spoil,
And all the Lovers false Contents,
Are Frauds which he too late repents:
Love's an incurable Disease,
And War eternal mid vain boasts of Peace.
Dirupisti, Domine, vincula mea,
Tibi bostiam landis Sacrificabo!
Tibi bostiam landis Sacrificabo!
| A paraphrase upon the canticles | |