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 Musick
Your silke and danglinge Tresses of best die,
When on your whiter Satten Skinne doth lie,
With love doth so amase mee Unto death,
When wav'd with your sweet perfum'd breath.
And then your Sun-like Eyes doth make me proud
When shines on mee, and breakes through your hayr's Cloud.
So shap't, strikes Poetts dumme; they can not speake,
And Paynters in dispayre their Pensills breake.
Your words Unto my Soule such Musick brings,
Makes Voyces hoarse, Instruments breake their Strings.
Not Downe or Beaver like you for soft touch,
But none dare offer that; no, not so much;
So sithinge dies for greefe, since there is none
But one that must Enjoy you, I that one.
Oh, happy I; my fate makes mee rejoyce,
Bove all Mankinde made happy by your Choyce.
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