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 Ghoste
When you leave lovinge me I'le die, and then
My Ghost shall haunt you, for I'le rise againe
Att Curfu tyme; and att the dead of Night
I will appeare, your Contious Sole to fright;
Make signes, and becken you me still to follow
To sadder Graves in Church yards, ther will hollow;
To Darker Caves, and solitary woods,
To fatall Whirlepooles, and Consuming floods,
I'le tempt you; then passe by th'unluckye Ewe,
Blasted with cursed dropings of Meldue;
Under an Oake that ne'ere bore leafe, my moanes
Shall there be told you, by the Mandrake's Groanes,
Such horrid things, and Crueltys by thee;
The winds too sithing tell, thou murder'd'st mee.
Yett loath to leave you, havinge love's desier;
But forst to Vanishe in a flashe of fier.
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