Wit A Sporting In a pleasant Grove Of New Fancies By H. B. [i.e. Henry Bold] |
A Complaint of his seperation from his Mistris, caused by his friends injunction
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Wit A Sporting In a pleasant Grove Of New Fancies | ||
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A Complaint of his seperation from his Mistris, caused by his friends injunction
Dear heart, remember that sad hour,
When vve vvere forc't to part,
Hovv on thy cheeks I vvept a shovvr,
With sad and heavy heart;
About thy wast my arms did twist;
Oh! then I sight, and then I kist.
When vve vvere forc't to part,
Hovv on thy cheeks I vvept a shovvr,
With sad and heavy heart;
About thy wast my arms did twist;
Oh! then I sight, and then I kist.
Ten thousand fears and joys in one,
Did such distraction frame,
As if the liveless vvorld vvould run
To Chaos back again.
Whilst my poor heart amidst these fears,
Lay bathed in my milk-warm tears.
Did such distraction frame,
As if the liveless vvorld vvould run
To Chaos back again.
Whilst my poor heart amidst these fears,
Lay bathed in my milk-warm tears.
Ah then I thought, and thinking vvept,
Hovv friends and fate did lower,
On thee Leander; hovv they kept
Thee from thy Heroes Tower;
VVhile thunder groand, & heaven did vveep
To rock thy sence in silent Sleep.
Hovv friends and fate did lower,
On thee Leander; hovv they kept
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VVhile thunder groand, & heaven did vveep
To rock thy sence in silent Sleep.
But Fate must unresisted stand;
Oh vvho can it oppose?
Necessity's a Tyrant; and
No mean in mischief knovvs;
Els might my fairer Love and I
Unseverd live till one did dy.
Oh vvho can it oppose?
Necessity's a Tyrant; and
No mean in mischief knovvs;
Els might my fairer Love and I
Unseverd live till one did dy.
Just so the hungry infant from
His mothers dug is tane,
When his weak arms yet spread along:
More dulcid milk to gain;
And nothing brings the babe to rest,
Until he sleep upon her breast.
His mothers dug is tane,
When his weak arms yet spread along:
More dulcid milk to gain;
And nothing brings the babe to rest,
Until he sleep upon her breast.
Thus being banisht from my love,
And forc't to leave her sight,
No thoughts but those of her can move
In me the least delight;
But like true steel my heart doth pant,
To touch the long'd for Adamant.
And forc't to leave her sight,
No thoughts but those of her can move
In me the least delight;
But like true steel my heart doth pant,
To touch the long'd for Adamant.
Oh let no storm of discontent
Be clouded in your brows,
Dear friends that have my being lent,
Give being to my vows;
I will much ingage my heart, if when
I say she's mine, youl say Amen.
Such kindness to our true love showne
Shall bind us doubly then your own.
Be clouded in your brows,
Dear friends that have my being lent,
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I will much ingage my heart, if when
I say she's mine, youl say Amen.
Such kindness to our true love showne
Shall bind us doubly then your own.
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