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SONG XXII. On the first sight of the Lady M. W. in St. Maries Church Oxon.
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Pox take this learning! burn these booksThere's a Ladies powerful looks
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Her Divine perfection:
Whose bright Eyes do guild the day
Whilest enlighten'd, by your Ray
Love can flie no other way.
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When from the Temple's sacred shineShe did glance her Eyes, on mine,
Cupid there, did light his Dart,
To enflame my Tender heart:
Pulpit Thunder could not move,
Eyes, or thoughts, resolved to prove,
No Religion sweet, but Love.
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While my senses here do Jarre,Love contrives a double Warre,
Through mine Eyes, he throwes his Dart,
Through mine Ears, assaults my Heart
So this Angel, charm'd mine Eare,
With her Singing, that I swear,
Those above might rival her.
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But alas! Those Suns are gone!And that Heavenly musick done!
Yet return those murthering Eyes,
To behold your Sacrifice!
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Love-sick-Souls should die for thee:
But, to Sweeten death for me.
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Or if that Lady, in whose Breast,My fled Heart, is lodg'd a Guest,
Will Exchange (but Oh! I fear
Her's, is stray'd, some other where)
I may Live; if not; I dye,
Martyr, to her Diety,
To encrease, her Victory.
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Her a brown Hair, a snare might prove,To entangle captive Jove:
In the Circles of her Eye,
Cupids fetter'd Rebels lye:
Would'st thou know, who this might be
That hath stolne, my Heart, from me?
These few marks will say, tis she.
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