Love's Dialect or; Poeticall Varieties; Digested Into a Miscelanie of various fancies. Composed by Tho. Iordan |
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To his Mistris Elizabeth Brooke.
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To his Mistris Elizabeth Brooke.
Elizabeth inspire me, then I shallWrite nought obscene, but Beauty, Vertue all.
There was a Queene of whom Fames tongue can tell
Cald Vertue Servant, shee did all Excell,
Durst call themselves Elizabeth; to me,
Methinkes you keepe her still in Memorie,
Did I not thinke you chaste, as is the Snow
Girt in Diana's girdle, faire one know
I could not court you, though your beauty might
Play the faire thiefe, and steale me at first sight,
I should affect no longer then I gaz'd:
Beauty and Vertue both make Soules amaz'd
Be you my Brooke, my shadow, and I vow
Like fond Narcissus to kisse none but you,
And in that christall Rivolet, your Eye
Bury my Sight, my Selfe—tis life to dye.
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