Resolves: Divine, Moral, Political The Eighth Impression. With New and several other Additions Both in Prose and Verse Not Extant in the former Impressions. By Owen Felltham |
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XXXIII. SONG.
Now (as I live) I love thee much,
And fain would love thee more,
Did I but know thy temper such,
As could give o're.
And fain would love thee more,
Did I but know thy temper such,
As could give o're.
But to ingage thy Virgin-heart,
Then leave it in distresse,
Were to betray thy brave desert,
And make it lesse.
Then leave it in distresse,
Were to betray thy brave desert,
And make it lesse.
Were all the Eastern Treasures mine,
I'de pour them at thy feet:
But to invite a Prince to dine
With air, 's not meet.
I'de pour them at thy feet:
But to invite a Prince to dine
With air, 's not meet.
No, let me rather pine alone,
Then if my fate prove coy,
I can dispence with grief my own,
While thou hast joy.
Then if my fate prove coy,
I can dispence with grief my own,
While thou hast joy.
But if through my too niggard Fate
Thou shouldst unhappy prove,
I should grow mad and desperate
Through grief and love.
Thou shouldst unhappy prove,
I should grow mad and desperate
Through grief and love.
Since then though more I cannot love
Without thy injury;
As Saints that to an Altar move,
My thoughts shall be.
Without thy injury;
As Saints that to an Altar move,
My thoughts shall be.
And think not that the flame is lesse,
For 'tis upon this score,
Were't not a love beyond excesse,
It might be more.
For 'tis upon this score,
Were't not a love beyond excesse,
It might be more.
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