Ostella Or the Faction of Love and Beauty Reconcil'd By I. T. [i.e. John Tatham] |
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Vpon my Noble friend, Richard Lovelace Esquire, his being in Holland. An Invitation.
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Vpon my Noble friend, Richard Lovelace Esquire, his being in Holland. An Invitation.
A Song.
Come
Adonis, come again,
what distast could drive thee hence,
Where so much delight did reign,
sateing ev'n the soul of sense?
And though thou unkind hast prov'd,
never Youth was more belov'd.
Then lov'd Adonis come away,
For Venus brooks not thy delay.
what distast could drive thee hence,
Where so much delight did reign,
sateing ev'n the soul of sense?
And though thou unkind hast prov'd,
never Youth was more belov'd.
Then lov'd Adonis come away,
For Venus brooks not thy delay.
Wert thou sated with the Spoil
of so many Virgin-Hearts,
And therefore didst change thy Soil,
to seek fresh in other parts:
Dangers wait on forreigns Game,
we have Deer more sound and tame.
Then lov'd Adonis, &c.
of so many Virgin-Hearts,
And therefore didst change thy Soil,
to seek fresh in other parts:
Dangers wait on forreigns Game,
we have Deer more sound and tame.
Then lov'd Adonis, &c.
Phillis, fed with thy delights,
in thy absence pines away;
And Love too hath lost his Rites:
not one Lasse keeps Holi-day.
They have chang'd their Mirth for Cares.
and do onely sigh thy Airs.
Then lov'd Adonis, &c.
in thy absence pines away;
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not one Lasse keeps Holi-day.
They have chang'd their Mirth for Cares.
and do onely sigh thy Airs.
Then lov'd Adonis, &c.
Elpine, in whose Sager Looks
thou wert wont to take Delight,
Hath forsook his Drink and Books,
'cause he cann't enjoy thy sight,
He hath laid his Learning by,
'cause his Wit wants Company.
Then lov'd Adonis come away,
For Friendship brooks not thy Delay.
thou wert wont to take Delight,
Hath forsook his Drink and Books,
'cause he cann't enjoy thy sight,
He hath laid his Learning by,
'cause his Wit wants Company.
Then lov'd Adonis come away,
For Friendship brooks not thy Delay.
All the Swains that once did use
to converse with Love and thee,
In the language of thy Muse,
have forgot Loves Deity:
Then deny to write a line,
and do onely talk of thine.
Then lov'd Adonis come away,
For Friendship brooks not thy Delay.
to converse with Love and thee,
In the language of thy Muse,
have forgot Loves Deity:
Then deny to write a line,
and do onely talk of thine.
Then lov'd Adonis come away,
For Friendship brooks not thy Delay.
By thy sweet Althea's voice
we conjure thee to return;
Or we 'l rob thee of that choice
in whose Flames each Heart would burn:
That inspir'd by her and sack,
such Company we will not lack.
That Poets in the Age to come,
Shall write of our Elizium.
we conjure thee to return;
Or we 'l rob thee of that choice
in whose Flames each Heart would burn:
That inspir'd by her and sack,
such Company we will not lack.
That Poets in the Age to come,
Shall write of our Elizium.
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