Poems on Several Occasions, Together with a Pastoral | ||
To one who in Love, set a Figure.
In vain alas ye search your artless Books,A lover's Fates writ in his Mistris's Looks;
Tis to no purpose that ye gaze ith' Skys,
There are no Stars like her propitious Eyes.
When Hearts are lost to set a Figure vain,
None but the Thief knows if you'll hav't again.
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For he knows nothing of an amorous Cheat:
'Tis she alone that can the Mystery tell,
Read but her Looks they are infallible;
Consult the upper World for Death and Wars,
She is Love's Heaven, her Eyes the only Stars:
Since her kind Influence hath attracted you,
She may admit of a Conjunction too.
Poems on Several Occasions, Together with a Pastoral | ||