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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Another English'd out of Montemayor, in Spanish: On a coy Mistress. Los Oios no peccaron en Miraros, &c.
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Another English'd out of Montemayor, in Spanish: On a coy Mistress. Los Oios no peccaron en Miraros, &c.
Mine Eyes in Looking (Sweetest) does not sin,If but pretend to view, and to Admire you;
Should my Soul Merit plead, aspire to win,
Wish't not worse Evill, then still to Want, desire you:
Nere speaks my Tongue to you, be't silent, dumb,
If word, with thought to move you, forth it warble:
My Tears, if plot to soften overcome,
You punish may, hardning your Brest as Marble:
But do not snatch from me your dearest Sight,
For though it cause (ith' End) my secret anguish,
Sad Life I'le spend in viewing you, earths Light;
Since no Life else, for none I feel, or languish:
My Soul, if lives without you's Dead, or dying;
Hope of its Torment still best Cure applying.
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