The last remains of Sr John Suckling Being a Full collection Of all his Poems and Letters which have been so long expected, and never till now Published, with The Licence and Approbation of his Noble and Dearest friends |
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The Invocation. |
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The Invocation.
Ye juster Powers of Love and Fate,
Give me the reason why
A Lover crost
And all hopes lost
May not have leave to dye.
Give me the reason why
A Lover crost
And all hopes lost
May not have leave to dye.
It is but just, and Love needs must
Confess it is his part,
When she doth spie
One wounded lie,
To pierce the others heart.
Confess it is his part,
When she doth spie
One wounded lie,
To pierce the others heart.
But yet if he so cruel be
To have one breast to hate,
If I must live
And thus survive,
How far more cruel's Fate?
To have one breast to hate,
If I must live
And thus survive,
How far more cruel's Fate?
In this same state I find too late
I am; and here's the grief:
Cupid can cure,
Death heal I'm sure,
Yet neither sends relief.
I am; and here's the grief:
Cupid can cure,
Death heal I'm sure,
Yet neither sends relief.
To live, or die, beg onely I,
Just Powers some end me give;
And Traitor-like
Thus force me not
Without a heart to live.
Just Powers some end me give;
And Traitor-like
Thus force me not
Without a heart to live.
J. S.
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