Pocula Castalia The Authors Motto. Fortunes Tennis-Ball. Eliza. Poems. Epigrams. &c. By R. B. [i.e Robert Baron] |
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Upon a black patch on Eliza's Breast cut in the form of a Dart.
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Upon a black patch on Eliza's Breast cut in the form of a Dart.
Sure
Cupid thou hast lost thine Art?
See how neer, yet in vain thy Dart
Flew to my dearest dearest's Heart?
See how neer, yet in vain thy Dart
Flew to my dearest dearest's Heart?
What triumphs can such Archery claim?
Reason would have thought in half this time
You might have taken surer aime.
Reason would have thought in half this time
You might have taken surer aime.
But Pardon, I blaspheme in Jest,
Yet dread not thy Revenge i'th' least,
Thou canst not wound me more than th'hast.
Yet dread not thy Revenge i'th' least,
Thou canst not wound me more than th'hast.
But 'cause I'de have thee not refuse
Againe at her thy Bow to use,
I'l cog, and frame thee this excuse.
Againe at her thy Bow to use,
I'l cog, and frame thee this excuse.
You gaz'd so long her eyes upon
(Far brighter than thy Psyche's own,
Or Heavens illustrating stone)
(Far brighter than thy Psyche's own,
Or Heavens illustrating stone)
As dazled with the wondrous flame,
Alas! you lost your levell'd aime,
And with halfe strength thine Arrow came;
Alas! you lost your levell'd aime,
And with halfe strength thine Arrow came;
Which, losing th'point did side-waies fall,
And on her Breast hung like a small
Anchor upon a free-stone wall.
And on her Breast hung like a small
Anchor upon a free-stone wall.
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