Amanda A Sacrifice To an Unknown Goddesse, or, A Free-Will Offering Of a loving Heart to a Sweet-Heart. By N. H. [i.e. Nicholas Hookes] |
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An Answer to Amanda's question.
Philosophers
, who in old dayes did live,
Say it is Jove makes water through a sieve;
Perhaps their god is drunk heleakes so fast,
Or else some Doctor must his urine cast;
I'le tell thee Fairest, Heavens bank'rout King,
Grown poor through lust doth silver hailstones fling
Instead of gold, the shower aim'd at thee,
He faine would take thee as his Danäe.
Say it is Jove makes water through a sieve;
Perhaps their god is drunk heleakes so fast,
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I'le tell thee Fairest, Heavens bank'rout King,
Grown poor through lust doth silver hailstones fling
Instead of gold, the shower aim'd at thee,
He faine would take thee as his Danäe.
I'le tell thee, my Amanda, whence it is,
It rain'd so much to day, the reason's this,
The Sunne espi'd thy beauty, look't upon't,
And Heaven sneez'd with looking too much on't.
It rain'd so much to day, the reason's this,
The Sunne espi'd thy beauty, look't upon't,
And Heaven sneez'd with looking too much on't.
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