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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 | The Phanseys of William Cavendish Marquis of Newcastle |  |
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Love's Torture
When you are sad, oh, then such paynes I feele:
Stretcht on the Rack, or Broaken on the wheele;
Hung by the Thumbs, my body's weight thus borne;
Or by wilde horses all in peeces torne;
Pincht with hott Pincers, peece by peece; nay, more,
Striding the Cannon, fier'd though shee roare;
Imprison'd in the firy brason bull;
Or Else Strappado'd, out my Joynts to pull.
All these were pleasurs, and would make me glad,
To my love's Tortures when you seeme but sad.
Should you be sick, and on your bed but lie,
Your Sicknesse more then myne would make me die.
My love our Bodys chaing'd, and so Each will,
My love to yours; thus bee before hand still.
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