Claraphil and Clarinda | ||
The Senses.
Clarinda
, in thy face,
Is all that ever was,
Pertaining unto Beauty, Youth, and Grace,
I prethee let me Gaze?
Is all that ever was,
Pertaining unto Beauty, Youth, and Grace,
I prethee let me Gaze?
No Angel in a Sphere,
Doth sing so sweet and cleer,
His heavenly Hallelujah to Heavens ear;
I prethee let me Hear?
Doth sing so sweet and cleer,
His heavenly Hallelujah to Heavens ear;
I prethee let me Hear?
Thy breathing doth excel,
The Ayr where Roses dwel,
All pestilential peril 'twill expel;
I prethee let me Smell?
The Ayr where Roses dwel,
All pestilential peril 'twill expel;
I prethee let me Smell?
Upon thy Lip is plac'd,
Prevention for a Fast,
'Tis so Divine a Julip, I shall last,
For ever, if I Tast.
Prevention for a Fast,
'Tis so Divine a Julip, I shall last,
For ever, if I Tast.
Although thy heart is steel,
Each Limb, from Head to Heel,
Is soft as Down, that fals from Arachne's Wheel;
I prethee let me Feel?
Each Limb, from Head to Heel,
Is soft as Down, that fals from Arachne's Wheel;
I prethee let me Feel?
Give Ear unto my moan,
Let me no longer groan,
Surprize me with thy Senses one by one,
Or I shall lose my own.
Let me no longer groan,
Or I shall lose my own.
Claraphil and Clarinda | ||