Pocula Castalia The Authors Motto. Fortunes Tennis-Ball. Eliza. Poems. Epigrams. &c. By R. B. [i.e Robert Baron] |
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To Eliza, with a Tulip fashion'd Watch.
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To Eliza, with a Tulip fashion'd Watch.
Lady,
This measure of Time accept with serene eye
From him, whose Love to you shall Time out-vie.
See! what disguise this spie of Day doth wear,
A Tulip! as the forge its Garden were.
Indeed heat procreates even Flowers, but this
A peece of an Egyptian Mysterie is.
From him, whose Love to you shall Time out-vie.
See! what disguise this spie of Day doth wear,
A Tulip! as the forge its Garden were.
Indeed heat procreates even Flowers, but this
A peece of an Egyptian Mysterie is.
Time, by a Flower denotes how suddenly,
Earths frailer crops bloom, flourish, fade, and die,
In speciall Beauty (that sweet Tulip) hasts
To waite on Time, then use it whilst it lasts.
Earths frailer crops bloom, flourish, fade, and die,
In speciall Beauty (that sweet Tulip) hasts
To waite on Time, then use it whilst it lasts.
When these small clicking orbs you busie hear,
Panting in their round journey, like the Spheres,
Think so my constant heart doth palpitate
Towards you, and th'Pulse of my Affections beat,
Ne'r to stand, till shee that each happy thing
Envies (the peevish sister) cuts the string.
Panting in their round journey, like the Spheres,
Think so my constant heart doth palpitate
Towards you, and th'Pulse of my Affections beat,
Ne'r to stand, till shee that each happy thing
Envies (the peevish sister) cuts the string.
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