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Poems Lyrique Macaronique Heroique

&c. By Henry Bold

Bold, Henry (1627-1683)

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SONG XXVII.

[Know (dearest beauty) those your Eyes]

1

Know (dearest beauty) those your Eyes,
Whose beams, you so like lightning, dart,
Have found, a passage, to my heart,
Which flaming, at Loves Altar, lies,
And (if not quencht with pitty) dyes.

2

I Burne, yet you (hard Heart!) restraine
The Remedy, should coole my heat:
Oh do not, thus, my passion cheat!
Starve with a Frown, or heal my pain,
Or grant me, Love, or force, disdain!

3

Torment not, thus insultingly,
A martyr'd, and a kneeling Soul!
Whose fault, you may with love controul!
Through your preserving murthering Fye,
(Although it let me live) I dye.

4

Yet see, Lov's deeper Mystery!
For, though these beams do scorch my heart
I glory, in the pleasing smart,
And in the flames, of your bright Eye,
Dying, to Live, I'de living, Dye.