Love's Dialect or; Poeticall Varieties; Digested Into a Miscelanie of various fancies. Composed by Tho. Iordan |
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To his most excellent Mistresse, Avis Booth.
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To his most excellent Mistresse, Avis Booth.
Melpomene , forget thou art a MuseOr in thy tragicke braine a juice infuse
May keepe thee sleeping, let Thalia bring
From greene Parnassus, plenty of that spring
Inspires our Laureat Lovers; could I prayse
Lov'd Avis to her worth, I might weare Bayes
Throwne from faire Daphne's armes bedew'd with teares,
For greefe all others are her ravishers.
Who but beholds her cheekes and not supposes
December to be Iune, there live such Roses;
Here would I rest, should I ascend her eyes,
Tis fear'd my owne would be their sacrifice;
Ile leave particulars lest I should wrong
Those that must nere enjoy her, if my tongue
(Made eloquent by her) could but declare
Each beauty fully, love and sad despaire
Would execute all hearers, there would be
A civill warre twixt faith and Piety;
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Ile draw the Curtaines close; but let no lover
Compare his Mistresse to her, lest that I
Describe at large, and he by surfeit dye,
Such vertue hath her beauty, for shee is
A Rara Avis, and my faire Mistrisse.
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