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 Transmigration
If livinge can not meete, then lett Us trie
If after death wee can; Oh, lett Us die.
By Transmigration bodys still doe rainge
In thousand things, in one another chainge:
In Roses you, for finer Poseys fitt,
I, winding Silke, your tender stalkes to knitt,
And so Imbrase you; or you, heaven's due,
Fallinge on me, a dead leafe, may renue
With honey'd kisses; you, lillies newly gott,
And putt in me, turn'd now a Purslaine pott;
Or Sweeter Grapes, whose squees'd Juce is divine,
Minglinge our selfes, makinge but one pewr Wine;
Or wholsom Salletts, mingl'd to our wishe,
Thus may be Joyn'd both in one Sallett dishe;
Our Norrishment turn'd to the quintesence
Of what makes man, and is his first Essence.
Aptly dispos'd by Hymen, wee may then
Bee gott, brought forth two twinnes, be Us againe.
In spight of fate, death, Grave, still joyned thus,
Wise Nature still will make Us both, both Us.
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