 | The poems of William Habington |  |
A Dialogue betweene HOPE and FEARE.
Feare,Checke thy forward thoughts and know
Hymen onely joynes their hands;
Who with even paces goe,
Shee in gold, he rich in lands.
Hope.
But Castara's purer fire,
When it meets a noble flame:
Shuns the smoke of such desire,
Ioynes with love, and burnes the same.
Feare.
Yet obedience must prevaile,
They who o're her actions sway:
Would have her in th' Ocean saile,
And contemne thy narrow sea.
Hope.
Parents lawes must beare no weight
When they happinesse prevent.
And our sea is not so streight,
But it roome hath for content.
Feare.
Thousand hearts as victims stand,
At the Altar of her eyes.
And will partiall she command,
Onely thine for sacrifice?
Hope.
Thousand victims must returne;
Shee the purest will designe:
Choose Castara which shall burne,
Choose the purest, that is, mine.
| The poems of William Habington | |