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The Phanseys of William Cavendish Marquis of Newcastle

addressed to Margaret Lucas and her Letters in reply: Edited by Douglas Grant

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Love's Heaven

I wishe I'd never seene you, seene you never;
Or Else I wishe that I had seene you Ever.
If never seene you, then in love my Fate
As other folkes, lov'd att the Common rate,
Litle or nothinge; some small passions mov'd,
To greeve and morne, and thus like Turtles lov'd;
A litle sadd and Melancholy, finde
A Showre of Teares to lay Love's siths of winde.
If Ever with you, love's Paradise true;
In love there is no heaven sure but you;
There is no hopes, no wishes to desire,
But Everlastinge Joyes cannot mount higher;
All height's delights, Various offer'd not sought,
All present, permenent, and prevents thought.
There is no tyme to come, or what is past,
All present Joyes, those Joys for ever last;
No tyme, no Age, no Seasons, heate or Cold,
Beyond all wishes with you grows not old.
No Violence, with renu'd Joyes we lie,
That's Unexpressible, thus can not die.
Oh, you Unexpressible thinge, to parte:
That teares and kills my Sole, nay, my sole's harte,
And makes my immortality Condole;
Thus murders my Sole, you sole of my Sole,
And makes my Sole a body; thus doth bringe
Mee now to thinke it a poore mortall thinge.
Infuse that Spiritt once againe to mee,
Make it immortall by your Company.