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 Fate
My Love, my Deere, my Joy,
Cupid's a foolishe Boy
To put such thoughts in to my brayne,
That I can not refrayne
But still must thinke of you, you know,
Whether I will or noe;
So that I can not chuse,
Take this, or that refuse;
So that in Love I'm bound Up still,
Necessitated with my will.
Cupid's a foolishe Boy
To put such thoughts in to my brayne,
That I can not refrayne
But still must thinke of you, you know,
Whether I will or noe;
So that I can not chuse,
Take this, or that refuse;
So that in Love I'm bound Up still,
Necessitated with my will.
The softest whisper such,
The Gentlest looke, or touch,
Nay, smother'd sithes, they all doe wayte
Of that thing cal'd our fate;
Strivinge for our Ends without doubt,
Though we bringe hers about;
Ne'ere see't, we are so blind,
Nor her comands doe finde:
We must obay thus in a mist,
Thinke doe, when not doe, what we list.
The Gentlest looke, or touch,
Nay, smother'd sithes, they all doe wayte
Of that thing cal'd our fate;
Strivinge for our Ends without doubt,
Though we bringe hers about;
Ne'ere see't, we are so blind,
Nor her comands doe finde:
We must obay thus in a mist,
Thinke doe, when not doe, what we list.
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