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The Quære. What is Love?
'Tis a child of Phansies getting,
Brought up between Hope and Fear,
Fed with smiles, grown by uniting
Strong, and so kept by Desire:
'Tis a perpetual Vestal fire
Never dying,
Whose smoak like Incense doth aspire,
Upwards flying.
Brought up between Hope and Fear,
Fed with smiles, grown by uniting
Strong, and so kept by Desire:
'Tis a perpetual Vestal fire
Never dying,
Whose smoak like Incense doth aspire,
Upwards flying.
It is a soft Magnetick stone,
Attracting hearts by sympathie,
Binding up close two souls in one,
Both discoursing secretlie:
'Tis the true Gordian knot that ties
Yet ne'r unbinds,
Fixing thus two Lovers eies
Aswel as minds.
Attracting hearts by sympathie,
Binding up close two souls in one,
Both discoursing secretlie:
'Tis the true Gordian knot that ties
Yet ne'r unbinds,
Fixing thus two Lovers eies
Aswel as minds.
'Tis the spheres heavenly harmonie
Where two skilful hands do strike;
And every sound expressively
Marries sweetly with the like:
'Tis the worlds everlasting chain
That all things ti'd,
And bid them like the fixed wain
Unmov'd to bide.
Where two skilful hands do strike;
And every sound expressively
Marries sweetly with the like:
'Tis the worlds everlasting chain
That all things ti'd,
And bid them like the fixed wain
Unmov'd to bide.
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'Tis Natures law inviolate,
Confirm'd by mutual consent
Where two dislike, like, love, and hate,
Each to the others ful content:
'Tis the Caress of every thing;
The Turtle-dove;
Both birds and beasts do offrings bring
To mighty Love.
Confirm'd by mutual consent
Where two dislike, like, love, and hate,
Each to the others ful content:
'Tis the Caress of every thing;
The Turtle-dove;
Both birds and beasts do offrings bring
To mighty Love.
'Tis th'Angels joy, the Gods delight, Mans bliss,
'Tis all in all: without love nothing is.
'Tis all in all: without love nothing is.
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