Lyric Poems Made in Imitation of the Italians. Of which, many are Translations From other Languages ... By Philip Ayres |
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A Sonnet.
Love's Contrariety.
I Make no War, and yet no Peace have found,
With heat I melt, when starv'd to death with cold.
I soar to Heav'n, whil groveling on the Ground,
Embrace the World, yet nothing do I hold.
With heat I melt, when starv'd to death with cold.
I soar to Heav'n, whil groveling on the Ground,
Embrace the World, yet nothing do I hold.
I'm not confin'd, yet cannot I depart,
Nor loose the Chain, thô not a Captive led;
Love kills me not, yet wounds me to the Heart,
Will neither have m'alive, nor have me dead.
Nor loose the Chain, thô not a Captive led;
Love kills me not, yet wounds me to the Heart,
Will neither have m'alive, nor have me dead.
Being blind, I see; not having voice, I cry:
I wish for Death, while I of Life make choice;
I hate my self, yet love you tenderly;
Do feed of Tears, and in my Grief rejoice.
I wish for Death, while I of Life make choice;
I hate my self, yet love you tenderly;
Do feed of Tears, and in my Grief rejoice.
Thus, Cynthia, all my Health is but Disease;
Both Life and Death do equally displease.
Both Life and Death do equally displease.
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