Poems By the most deservedly Admired Mrs Katherine Philips: The matchless Orinda. To which is added Monsieur Corneille's Pompey & Horace Tragedies. With several other Translations out of French |
To my Lady Anne Boyle, saying I look'd angrily upon her.
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To my Lady Anne Boyle, saying I look'd angrily upon her.
Ador'd Valeria, and can you conclude,Orinda lost in such Ingratitude?
And so mis-spell the Language of my face,
When in my heart you have so great at Place?
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To you, not full of passion and respect.
Or if my looks have play'd that treach'rous part,
And so much mis-interpreted my heart,
I shall forgive them that one falshood, less
Than all their folly, and their ugliness,
And had much rather chuse they should appear
Always unhandsome, than once unsincere.
But I must thank your errour, which procures
Me such obliging jealousie as yours.
For at that quarrel I can ne're repine,
Which shews your kindness, though it questions mine.
To your Concern I pardon your distrust,
And prize your Love, ev'n when it is unjust.
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