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My Vow to Ostella upon her doubting my faith.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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My Vow to Ostella upon her doubting my faith.

Beleeve me Love by those fair eys,
that blesse the World with Light,
and to the blind give sight;
By this chaste kiss, this pretious breath
That rescu'd my poor heart from Death,
It still remains thy Conquer'd prize.
By virtues self enthron'd in thee:
for other Beauties wear
but th'bare figure of whats rare.
No thoughts of change disturb my Rest,
Whose heats consume not, warm the Brest;
there's no Content like Constancy.
But should'st thou not continue mine,
as firm as when I first
Love in my Bosom Nurst?
I should the Bastard banish thence,
(Though yet the Child of Innocence,)
and prove him humane, not Divine.
Did not thy fires preserve my flame,
it should dispersing fly
in Sparks at ev'ry eye,

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With Wanton Liberty should range,
And ev'ry minute covet change,
'till it dissolv'd Loves hallowed frame.
But till thy Fancy change thy Mind,
(if I without offence
may doubt such Innocence,)
My Love shall be so purely free
From loose thoughts of disloyalty,
it shall teach Turtles to be kind.