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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The Face and Glass.
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The Face and Glass.
Sweet, let me hold
Thy Glass as Hand-mayd, uncontroll'd,
And shew thee more then th' whole World can present,
That is thy Fellow; yet (alas)
Not such, since 'tis but shadow'd Face,
Thine true, substantiall Natures ornament:
Sweet'st Coynage though, portray'd beside
In my Hearts Tablet does reside.
Thy Glass as Hand-mayd, uncontroll'd,
And shew thee more then th' whole World can present,
That is thy Fellow; yet (alas)
Not such, since 'tis but shadow'd Face,
Thine true, substantiall Natures ornament:
Sweet'st Coynage though, portray'd beside
In my Hearts Tablet does reside.
More Guiltless (know)
And bold, I can this duty show,
Since rest confirm'd that Sight, not makes thee Proud,
Although chief Cause of pride there be,
Transporting thoughts Self extasie,
Since view'd such Sparkling wonders through that Cloud;
In which Soul's beauteous worth I do
Vaunt, glory, that's Unequall'd too
And bold, I can this duty show,
Since rest confirm'd that Sight, not makes thee Proud,
Although chief Cause of pride there be,
Transporting thoughts Self extasie,
Since view'd such Sparkling wonders through that Cloud;
In which Soul's beauteous worth I do
Vaunt, glory, that's Unequall'd too
Not least proud Thought
In Looks appears, no Action's wrought
But what might shew Neglect or Pleasedness;
As if thou (sober) all did'st see,
Thank'd thy Creatour thence, so free:
That Bright-check'd, frozen Lake (us'd but for dress)
Thou look'st not in with Doating vein,
As Glass'd in chrystall streams the Swain.
In Looks appears, no Action's wrought
But what might shew Neglect or Pleasedness;
As if thou (sober) all did'st see,
Thank'd thy Creatour thence, so free:
That Bright-check'd, frozen Lake (us'd but for dress)
Thou look'st not in with Doating vein,
As Glass'd in chrystall streams the Swain.
Dear, still permit,
Since have my serious Ends in it;
Hoping, that while thou view'st those charming Eyes,
Thou wilt my Love-intranced Sence
Pardon and Pitty both, from thence:
And though my Wages payd, since Beautie's Skies
Thus long Behold, and gently this,
Grant to my longing Touch one Kiss:
Since have my serious Ends in it;
Hoping, that while thou view'st those charming Eyes,
Thou wilt my Love-intranced Sence
Pardon and Pitty both, from thence:
And though my Wages payd, since Beautie's Skies
Thus long Behold, and gently this,
Grant to my longing Touch one Kiss:
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That I may know th' art substance, tell
Love's God, how far (Sight, Touching, Smell)
Thou dost that beauteous shade excell.
Love's God, how far (Sight, Touching, Smell)
Thou dost that beauteous shade excell.
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