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Poems Lyrique Macaronique Heroique

&c. By Henry Bold

Bold, Henry (1627-1683)

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To the Ingenious ---

To mine Ingenious Friend Mr. Henry Bold, &c.

To my dear Brother Mr. H. B. on his Poems.

To my dear Brother Mr. H. B.

Upon the Authour and his Poems.

To his ingenious Friend Mr. Henry Bold on his Poems.

To the ingenious Mr. Henry Bold on his publishing his Poems.

POEMS.

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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.