Amasia, or, The Works of the Muses A Collection of Poems. In Three Volumes. By Mr John Hopkins |
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To Amasia.
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To Amasia.
[At last believe—as thou art fair, be good]
At last believe—as thou art fair, be good,Believe I Love; you promis'd me you wou'd.
How can I proofs of my-Affection show?
O had I Crowns—
Empires and Worlds, far let those trifles go,
All would I slight, all I can think, for you.
Beyond thy Charms what can Ambition see;
Thou art an Empire, and a World to me.
While Eyes can look, and while thy Beauty blooms,
(And that will be, 'til the Pale Tyrant comes.)
While I have sense to speak, to live, and move,
While I despair, (which must be) while I Love.
While Seas shall roar, while Night and day shall last,
Till the great doom of all Mankind be past,
Still shall my Soul to dear Amasia bow;
And yet she fancies that I Love not now.
O Charming Maid! believe, at last believe,
'Tis all your Sylvius asks you now to give,
Believe that I shall Love you, while I live.
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Sure, when my Body dies—
Yet the surviving part will think on thee.
What then must come, none, while alive, can prove,
But here, none truly live, who do not truly Love.
O you must needs be full convinc'd I do,
I have no int'rest in the World, but you.
Your self I Court—
And for your self alone, your self I wooe.
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