Poems on Several Occasions | ||
Estreines.
To Calista.
I
I reckon the first day I saw those eyes,Which in a moment made my heart their prize
To all my whole futurity,
The first day of my first new year,
Since then I first began to be,
And knew why Heaven plac'd me here;
For till we love, and love discreetly too,
We nothing are, nor know we what we doe.
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II
Love is the Soul of Life, though that I knowIs call'd Soul too, but yet it is not so,
Not rational at least, untill
Beauty with her diviner light
Illuminates the groaping will,
And shews us how to chuse aright;
And that's first prov'd by th' objects it refuses,
And by being constant then to that it chuses.
III
Days, Weeks, Months, Years, and Lustres takeSo small time up i'th' Lover's Almanack,
And can so little Love assuage,
That we (in truth) can hardly say,
When we have liv'd at least an Age,
A long one, we have lov'd a day.
This day to me, so slowly does time move,
Seems but the Noon unto my Morning Love.
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IV
Love by swift time, which sickly passions dread,Is no more measur'd than 'tis limited:
That passion where all others cease,
And with the fuel lose the flame,
Is evermore in its encrease,
And yet being love, is still the same:
They err call liking Love, true Lovers know
He never lov'd who does not always so.
V
You who my last love have, my first love had,To whom my all of love was, and is paid,
Are onely worthy to receive
The richest New-years-gift I have,
My love, which I this morning give,
A nobler never Monarch gave,
Which each New-year I will present a-new,
And you'll take care, I hope, it shall be due.
Poems on Several Occasions | ||