The Countesse of Mountgomeries Urania Written by the right honorable the Lady Mary Wroath |
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Am I thus conquer'd? haue I lost the powers,
That to withstand which ioyes to ruine me?
Must I bee still, while it my strength deuoures,
And captiue leads me prisoner bound, vnfree?
That to withstand which ioyes to ruine me?
Must I bee still, while it my strength deuoures,
And captiue leads me prisoner bound, vnfree?
Loue first shall leane mens fant'sies to them free,
Desire shall quench loues flames, Spring, hate sweet showres;
Loue shall loose all his Darts, haue sight, and see
His shame and wishings, hinder happy houres.
Desire shall quench loues flames, Spring, hate sweet showres;
Loue shall loose all his Darts, haue sight, and see
His shame and wishings, hinder happy houres.
Why should we not Loues purblinde charmes resist?
Must we be seruile, doing what he list?
No, seeke some host to harbour thee: I flye
Must we be seruile, doing what he list?
No, seeke some host to harbour thee: I flye
Thy Babish tricks, and freedome doe professe;
But O, my hurt makes my lost heart confesse:
I loue, and must; so farewell liberty.
But O, my hurt makes my lost heart confesse:
I loue, and must; so farewell liberty.
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