Pocula Castalia The Authors Motto. Fortunes Tennis-Ball. Eliza. Poems. Epigrams. &c. By R. B. [i.e Robert Baron] |
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On Eliza Unmasked.
When her bright eyes (those ruling Starres which now
Must guide my Fortune, and mine Actions too
Boasting a power 'bove Fate) pleas'd to dispell
Those silken mists and clouds which trembling fell
'Fore them, as bowing to those Rayes Divine,
And whilst they did ecclipse, adore their shrine.
Now darted she her beames through Beauties skies
And kindled willing me her Sacrifice.
Must guide my Fortune, and mine Actions too
Boasting a power 'bove Fate) pleas'd to dispell
Those silken mists and clouds which trembling fell
'Fore them, as bowing to those Rayes Divine,
And whilst they did ecclipse, adore their shrine.
Now darted she her beames through Beauties skies
And kindled willing me her Sacrifice.
So Heaven its holy fier once did fling
On its Elijah's piled offering,
Like it, in pure and Turtle flames I burne
Ne'r to be quencht till th'Pyle shall ashes turne,
Then, like a coal in dust of Juniper
Mine Heart shall glow a Martyr still to her.
On its Elijah's piled offering,
Like it, in pure and Turtle flames I burne
Ne'r to be quencht till th'Pyle shall ashes turne,
Then, like a coal in dust of Juniper
Mine Heart shall glow a Martyr still to her.
Since then i'm turn'd all heat, had she not best
Consult with coldnesse, so to slake my breast?
No, Fondling no, then (as the deeper well
Makes fuell of the Ice) my flame will swell.
Consult with coldnesse, so to slake my breast?
No, Fondling no, then (as the deeper well
Makes fuell of the Ice) my flame will swell.
Thou then, the twang of whose Bow all commands,
Turn thy plum'd shafts to sacred fierbrands,
And make her Breast the Vestall Harth, that she
May sweetly burn in equall flames with me,
So (Love's 'bove Nature) this fire that sh'ant smother
But both vie Ardour, and maintaine each other.
Turn thy plum'd shafts to sacred fierbrands,
And make her Breast the Vestall Harth, that she
May sweetly burn in equall flames with me,
So (Love's 'bove Nature) this fire that sh'ant smother
But both vie Ardour, and maintaine each other.
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