The poems of George Daniel ... From the original mss. in the British Museum: Hitherto unprinted. Edited, with introduction, notes, and illustrations, portrait, &c. By the Rev. Alexander B. Grosart: In four volumes |
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 | The poems of George Daniel |  |
Anti-Platonicke.
Noe longer torture Mee, in dreams
Of reservations and Extreams;
Nature, never yet, in Two
Such a Calmenes did bestow,
As you would pretend vnto.
Of reservations and Extreams;
Nature, never yet, in Two
Such a Calmenes did bestow,
As you would pretend vnto.
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Give me buxome Youth, and Blood
Qvickned in the vnderstood
Caution of Love; a free desire
To meet with mine, in Equall Fire,
And doe the Act, wee both Conspire.
Qvickned in the vnderstood
Caution of Love; a free desire
To meet with mine, in Equall Fire,
And doe the Act, wee both Conspire.
In the free and Common way,
I would all my heats allay;
I have little Skill in love,
Little leasure to Emprove;
But by Nature's precepts move.
I would all my heats allay;
I have little Skill in love,
Little leasure to Emprove;
But by Nature's precepts move.
In everie Step, I tread that path,
And to new Dictates want a Faith;
If I see her yonge and Faire,
Fresh, and Blith, and fitt to payre;
I have whol'some wishes nere.
And to new Dictates want a Faith;
If I see her yonge and Faire,
Fresh, and Blith, and fitt to payre;
I have whol'some wishes nere.
My blood burnes, I cannot hold;
Strong desires make vs bold:
I must vtter all I thinke,
Not in a Qvestion, or a winke:
Such mustie follies ever stinke.
Strong desires make vs bold:
I must vtter all I thinke,
Not in a Qvestion, or a winke:
Such mustie follies ever stinke.
But I vrge and presse it close,
All I know, or you suppose;
Women are noe longer Chast
Then vntempted; they would tast
Men, with Equall Heat and Hast.
All I know, or you suppose;
Women are noe longer Chast
Then vntempted; they would tast
Men, with Equall Heat and Hast.
| The poems of George Daniel | |