Ostella Or the Faction of Love and Beauty Reconcil'd By I. T. [i.e. John Tatham] |
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To a Mistresse that bid me make another Choice.
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To a Mistresse that bid me make another Choice.
Know Dearest 't was no easie Art,
could have Conquer'd me:
My Breast was proof against the Dart
of any foe but thee.
could have Conquer'd me:
My Breast was proof against the Dart
of any foe but thee.
And had'st not wounded me with smiles,
then Cur'd me with a kisse.
I had contemn'd thy Sexes Wiles,
as Enemies to Bliss.
then Cur'd me with a kisse.
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as Enemies to Bliss.
But having caught me in the Snare,
I cann't with ease return:
Had others harms made me beware,
I might have left to burn.
I cann't with ease return:
Had others harms made me beware,
I might have left to burn.
But greedy of my misery.
I Courted so my Fate,
The Object spake all love to me,
but the Effect on't hate,
I Courted so my Fate,
The Object spake all love to me,
but the Effect on't hate,
No Beauty but thy own shall make
me sensible of Woe:
For when I do the same forsake
I must my bliss forgo.
me sensible of Woe:
For when I do the same forsake
I must my bliss forgo.
My Heart shall never yield it self
a prisoner but to thee;
For no respect to Praise or Pelf
shall bribe my Constancy.
a prisoner but to thee;
For no respect to Praise or Pelf
shall bribe my Constancy.
When thou shalt from thy Throne of Bliss
look down on my sad Heart,
And know for whose dear sake it is
appointed so to smart;
look down on my sad Heart,
And know for whose dear sake it is
appointed so to smart;
When thou shalt find I prize thy joy,
more than my own Content,
What heart but thine could so destroy
a heart so innocent.
more than my own Content,
What heart but thine could so destroy
a heart so innocent.
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When thou shalt find my Youth to waste,
my Loyalty endure,
And I no other Ioys do tast
than what thy Hate doth sour;
When thou shalt find I take Delight
in nothing, save in thee,
If Pity won't my love requite,
be kind to murther me.
my Loyalty endure,
And I no other Ioys do tast
than what thy Hate doth sour;
When thou shalt find I take Delight
in nothing, save in thee,
If Pity won't my love requite,
be kind to murther me.
Till when my Soul when 'tis most sad,
shall find the way to sing,
There is no Comfort to be had,
but what thy Love must bring.
And if thy Glories think it meet,
I must their Martyr be,
When Natures Watch hath left to beat,
Farewell fair Cruelty.
shall find the way to sing,
There is no Comfort to be had,
but what thy Love must bring.
And if thy Glories think it meet,
I must their Martyr be,
When Natures Watch hath left to beat,
Farewell fair Cruelty.
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