Virtus Rediviva Or a Panegyricke On the late King Charls the I. Second Monarch of Great Britain. By Tho. Forde |
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With a Letter to Aglaia. |
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With a Letter to Aglaia.
Goe happy paper, view those eyes,
Where beauties richest treasure lies;
The quiver whence he takes his darts,
Wherewith he wound's poor mortalls hearts.
But yet, fond paper, come not near
Those all-consuming flames, for fear
Thou perish by their cruell art,
That have inflam'd thy masters heart.
Where beauties richest treasure lies;
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Wherewith he wound's poor mortalls hearts.
But yet, fond paper, come not near
Those all-consuming flames, for fear
Thou perish by their cruell art,
That have inflam'd thy masters heart.
Yet if thou wil't so hardy be,
To venture on a batterie,
On that presuming Castle, say,
Wonder not I have found the way;
For (fairest Lady) hereby know,
The dart came first from your own Bow.
To venture on a batterie,
On that presuming Castle, say,
Wonder not I have found the way;
For (fairest Lady) hereby know,
The dart came first from your own Bow.
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