Love's Dialect or; Poeticall Varieties; Digested Into a Miscelanie of various fancies. Composed by Tho. Iordan |
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To her perjur'd Love Maritus, her dishonorer.
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To her perjur'd Love Maritus, her dishonorer.
Oh my undoing faith, now I repentMy hope ere gave my charity consent
To be thy love Maritus, couldst thou spy
Within the Sphere of my transparant eye
One Cupid loosely revell to invite
Thy soule to so unchast an appetite
That for its satisfaction I must dye,
Kild in my inocence by perjury?
Oh false Maritus I have heard you tell
That in my eyes two purer Cherub's dwell,
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So chastly coole, that should a Letcher sip,
He might convert to Angell; my hands touch
To a more guilty person doe as much.
What worser thing are you, these vertues can
Convert them Angells, and not you to man;
Have you a soule? do you beleeve it must
(When to some urne you have resign'd your dust)
Have any residence? doe you not feele
In your wide conscience, that Ixions wheele
The Poets paint for Morall, yet agree
To take his torment as one worse then he?
Repent, sigh, weepe (Maritus) your wilde youth
Hath murther'd innocence, and wounded truth
Whilst I stand my owne statue, and my eyes
Write this in teares—
HERE MY DEAD HONOR LYES.
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