The Phanseys of William Cavendish Marquis of Newcastle addressed to Margaret Lucas and her Letters in reply: Edited by Douglas Grant |
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| 51. | 51 Love's Immortality |
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 | The Phanseys of William Cavendish Marquis of Newcastle |  |
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Love's Immortality
You Silly lovers, you Imbrase
But things, Skinne deepe Upon the face;
For Bewty like the movinge Ayre
Fades, Withers, staynes, corrupts though fayre:
Blasted like morning's flowers soone;
The[n] Gayther'd, dyes before tis Noone.
But things, Skinne deepe Upon the face;
For Bewty like the movinge Ayre
Fades, Withers, staynes, corrupts though fayre:
Blasted like morning's flowers soone;
The[n] Gayther'd, dyes before tis Noone.
The best of Shape, and Comliest Creature;
The Purest, best, fast molded feature;
Ther's such assaults from Natur's Pressinge,
Brings a decay for all her dressinge:
Like Romayne Theaters that fall,
Nothing but Ruine left att all.
The Purest, best, fast molded feature;
Ther's such assaults from Natur's Pressinge,
Brings a decay for all her dressinge:
Like Romayne Theaters that fall,
Nothing but Ruine left att all.
So hee whose love is built of this
Is as short liv'd as her lipps' kisse;
If an assault Upon her face
By some disease, it to disgrase,
His love grows sick too, Will not stay,
But dies with her buties' decay.
Is as short liv'd as her lipps' kisse;
If an assault Upon her face
By some disease, it to disgrase,
His love grows sick too, Will not stay,
But dies with her buties' decay.
Our love's Immortall, still kept whole,
Wee love by one another's Sole;
Our love triumfant still doth sitt,
Pleas'd by sweet Phansies of her witt,
And Serean Judgment what to doe;
With her sweet melting Nature, too.
Wee love by one another's Sole;
Our love triumfant still doth sitt,
Pleas'd by sweet Phansies of her witt,
And Serean Judgment what to doe;
With her sweet melting Nature, too.
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With flames of love sweet Passions make,
Siths coolinge love's flames for Each sake;
And Chainge our lovinge Soules, and then
Not know them when they come agen,
Beinge but one; thus wee will doe:
Love heere, and in the next world too.
Siths coolinge love's flames for Each sake;
And Chainge our lovinge Soules, and then
Not know them when they come agen,
Beinge but one; thus wee will doe:
Love heere, and in the next world too.
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