Festum Uoluptatis, Or the Banquet of Pleasure Fvrnished with Mvch Variety of Speculations, Wittie, Pleasant, and Delightfull. Containing divers choyce Love-Posies, Songs, Sonnets, Odes, Madrigals, Satyrs, Epigrams, Epitaphs and Elegies. For varietie and pleasure the like never before published. By S. P. [i.e. Samuel Pick] |
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Loves Hyperboles.
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Loves Hyperboles.
If Love had lost his shafts, and Iove downe threw,
His thunder-bolts, or spent his forked fire,
They onely might recover'd be anew,
From out my heart crosse wounded with desire;
Or if debate by Mars were lost a space,
It might be found within the self-same place.
His thunder-bolts, or spent his forked fire,
They onely might recover'd be anew,
From out my heart crosse wounded with desire;
Or if debate by Mars were lost a space,
It might be found within the self-same place.
If Neptunes waves were all dry'd up and gone,
My weeping eyes so many teares distill,
That greater Seas might grow by them alone,
Or if no flame were yet remaining still,
In Vulcans Forge, he might from out my brest,
Make choyce of such as would befit him best.
My weeping eyes so many teares distill,
That greater Seas might grow by them alone,
Or if no flame were yet remaining still,
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Make choyce of such as would befit him best.
If Aeole were deprived of his charge,
Yet soone could I restore his winds againe,
By sobbing sighs, which forth I blow at large,
To move her minde that pleasures in my paine.
What man but I, could thus incline his will,
To live in love, that hath no end of ill.
Yet soone could I restore his winds againe,
By sobbing sighs, which forth I blow at large,
To move her minde that pleasures in my paine.
What man but I, could thus incline his will,
To live in love, that hath no end of ill.
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