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Poems Lyrique Macaronique Heroique

&c. By Henry Bold

Bold, Henry (1627-1683)

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SONG XXI.

[VVhy (Fair one) doest thou ask of me]

1

VVhy (Fair one) doest thou ask of me,
The Cause I burn in Love, for thee,
From fire (we know) the Flames arise,
So, if thine Eyes,
Can kindle, with your beam,
The flames possest,
Within my Breast,
Sweet! ask not me but them.

2

Unriddle all the Mysteries,
The secret Arts and Trecheries,
Which practised are, ith' Paphian Cell,
And when you tell
Me, what your cause, may be,
I then may show,
Some reason too,
Why 'tis, I burn for thee.

3

Unteach thy Lips, unlearn thine Eyes
Their fair Deluding Sorceries,
And if thy Beauties, this can do,
And blind, me too,
My living flame soon dyes,
If not, my Fire,
Can ne're Expire,
Whil'st Nature lends us Eyes.