Pierides or The Muses Mount. By Hugh Crompton |
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32. The Requital.
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32. The Requital.
And why did Rose incur such trouble,As to reciprocate (this bubble)
A ring to him, who only sent
To her the vulgar complement
That Lovers to their Ladies send,
Or that which friend may do to friend?
Nor did I lard it with such words
As wanton feigned love affords.
It was no god of steel, intomb'd
With golden phrases; nor persum'd
With powdred oaths: The Herald knows
'Twas only thus, My love to Rose.
And now my Rose upon this score,
Returns a Ring; what need I more?
I but alas, I cannot flatter,
Her love I value more then th' matter
Expressing it; though she presented
Me with this Ring, I'm not contented
So much as though her lips should move
Thus, pray salute him with my Love.
I, here's a token, if but true,
What pleasure might from hence accrue?
This is a wealth would please me more
Then all the gold oth' Indian shore:
I weigh not gold, when I remember
That glowing spark, that secret ember,
That true Idalean coal that burns
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To me (its Magnet;) this is joy,
The sum of my felicity.
Therefore sweet Herald, use to bring
Love Letters rather then a Ring;
Though love by tokens is exprest,
Yet of all tokens love's the best.
Pierides | ||