The Phanseys of William Cavendish Marquis of Newcastle addressed to Margaret Lucas and her Letters in reply: Edited by Douglas Grant |
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The Lovely face, a Songe
You, Goddesse, With your lovely face:
Your sweet Eys' Beames doth Conferr grace
Wher they doe shine,
They're so divine.
But Grace doth fade
Iff make a shade;
And in a wofull, sinfull state
Wher you looke not, a Reprobate.
Your sweet Eys' Beames doth Conferr grace
Wher they doe shine,
They're so divine.
But Grace doth fade
Iff make a shade;
And in a wofull, sinfull state
Wher you looke not, a Reprobate.
So when I wante your Eys' Sunn's light,
It is with mee perpeatuall Night;
Wantinge your Eye
I'm sure to die;
And all my station
Is but privation:
So sadder Death and darker Night
Is nothinge so from your sight.
It is with mee perpeatuall Night;
Wantinge your Eye
I'm sure to die;
And all my station
Is but privation:
So sadder Death and darker Night
Is nothinge so from your sight.
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