Claraphil and Clarinda in a forrest of fancies. By Tho: Jordan |
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The Reply of Claraphil to another Air.
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The Reply of Claraphil to another Air.
Claraphil.
Though I wish fair Venus guide all,
Those bright flames we sacrifice,
And confess no other Idol
Than the Altar of thine Eyes:
Though I know thy Glories can
Provoke a Proselyte from Pray'r,
And the Destiny of Man
Doth lie tangl'd in thy hair:
Though thy Mental Merit may
Mollifie immortal Ire,
Mitigate the Latter Day,
And reverse the Rage of Fire.
Those bright flames we sacrifice,
And confess no other Idol
Than the Altar of thine Eyes:
Though I know thy Glories can
Provoke a Proselyte from Pray'r,
And the Destiny of Man
Doth lie tangl'd in thy hair:
Though thy Mental Merit may
Mollifie immortal Ire,
Mitigate the Latter Day,
And reverse the Rage of Fire.
Look up to your Saphir VVindow,
VVhere the Destinies appear,
Thou on that shalt finde Clarinda
My red Ruine written there,
That no Virgin can be true,
If my favor she implore,
But will wander for a new,
And invite a Million more;
Though thy sacred Soul may be
Fix'd, yet thou in me wilt finde
Something (though unknown to me)
VVill make thee wilder than the Winde.
VVhere the Destinies appear,
Thou on that shalt finde Clarinda
My red Ruine written there,
That no Virgin can be true,
If my favor she implore,
But will wander for a new,
And invite a Million more;
Though thy sacred Soul may be
Fix'd, yet thou in me wilt finde
Something (though unknown to me)
VVill make thee wilder than the Winde.
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