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DANGEROUS SAFETY.
1671.
To the Honourable Mrs. Chaworth.
Sol
(tho his Throne be in the Skies)
Vouchsafes the courtship of our Eyes.
We are as much oblig'd to you,
Blest with the favour of your view.
And tho from us you're so much rais'd,
That it's below you to be prais'd;
Yet 'tis our duty to admire,
And honour you without desire.
Our Lowness guards us; and our share
Of safety comes from our Despair.
Our thoughts are daunted at your sight:
Thus salvage Beasts are tam'd with Light.
Such fainting hopes cannot succeed;
Our thoughts against our selves we breed:
Poor Græcians thus inslaved were
By Children, which themselves did bear.
The two-edg'd Sword of your bright Eyes
Keeps back the croud of amorous sighs.
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Safe-fenc'd against presumptuous Air.
We know your Virtues, and we prize
The charming Glories of your Eyes;
But this can no more good bequeath,
Than Wine to Persons doom'd to death:
Like tortur'd Souls, who know that bliss
Which they're, alas, condemn'd to miss.
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