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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| 49. | 49 The Unexpressible love |
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The Unexpressible love
My love to you Is so much, nay, tis more
Then Ever lovers yett did know before;
Theirs no Proportion, theirs is so much lesse;
Myne more then any language can Expresse.
Iff a new Alphabett was made, too small
T'expresse least parte of our love; how then all?
Nay, Algebrase, Arethmatick all o'er,
Will still fall short; our love will still be more.
Not the World's Heroglificks for ours stand;
Our love's small partes, more numerous then the sand.
Poore lady Venus and her Son, that youth,
All fictions, farre too litle for our truth.
We must finde out some new way how to move
The greatest Witts to gesse but att our love.
Love, that word's too litle, like motes to the Sunne,
Love, forty years agoe, serv'd Doctor Dunn,
But wee'r beyond it farre; our wise delight
Is what wee know, not know that's Infinite:
Then tis a God to all love Else; then thus
All Lovers as our Creaturs worship Us.
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