The Phanseys of William Cavendish Marquis of Newcastle addressed to Margaret Lucas and her Letters in reply: Edited by Douglas Grant |
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Both Love's Sicknesse and Love's Cuer
Love's Radient Streames
With your Eys' Beames
Hath Rob'd me of my sight;
And my Each Eare
Now can not heare
Your Musick's speech delight.
With your Eys' Beames
Hath Rob'd me of my sight;
And my Each Eare
Now can not heare
Your Musick's speech delight.
Wher you doe come
I'me struckne dumme,
This all the world can tell;
Love's Power such,
Have lost my touch;
And now I can not smell.
I'me struckne dumme,
This all the world can tell;
Love's Power such,
Have lost my touch;
And now I can not smell.
Unconjure mee:
The blind to see,
And make the dumme to talke;
Of Nostrill Cleere;
The deafe to heere;
The Palsied man to walke.
The blind to see,
And make the dumme to talke;
Of Nostrill Cleere;
The deafe to heere;
The Palsied man to walke.
A looke that's kinde
Will cure the blinde;
A gentle kisse the Numme;
Hope's whispers dropp,
My Eares Unstopp;
And make my Tongue not dumme.
Will cure the blinde;
A gentle kisse the Numme;
Hope's whispers dropp,
My Eares Unstopp;
And make my Tongue not dumme.
The Phanseys of William Cavendish Marquis of Newcastle | ||