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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Being safe Arriv'd, their dainty'st Corps anew
Was in th' warm Bed inter'd: Ah dismall view!
Deaths perfect draught! The poor Thersames cry'd;
Still mourning, weeping o're. With faith confide
In Heav'n and Art (said rarely'st skil'd Forenz)
She sleeps alone; by Three, thy greedy Sence
Please with Dorisbe and all her charming Graces.
O Heavens (said he again) what Rack surpasses
My torturing fears? so long? that needs not neither
(Reply'd Forenz) this cold Frost, cloudy weather,
Deaths fog, my Art much sooner can dispell;
So, clear th' all-fair, all-lovely Clime. From Hell
O then redeem poor me (Thersames cry'd)
As her from rapefull Death; whose Darling, pride
Long since become: scarce, scarcely he'l let her go.
Was in th' warm Bed inter'd: Ah dismall view!
Deaths perfect draught! The poor Thersames cry'd;
Still mourning, weeping o're. With faith confide
In Heav'n and Art (said rarely'st skil'd Forenz)
She sleeps alone; by Three, thy greedy Sence
Please with Dorisbe and all her charming Graces.
O Heavens (said he again) what Rack surpasses
My torturing fears? so long? that needs not neither
(Reply'd Forenz) this cold Frost, cloudy weather,
Deaths fog, my Art much sooner can dispell;
So, clear th' all-fair, all-lovely Clime. From Hell
O then redeem poor me (Thersames cry'd)
As her from rapefull Death; whose Darling, pride
Long since become: scarce, scarcely he'l let her go.
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