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 Matremony
There is no happy life
But in a wife;
The Comforts are so sweete
When they doe meete;
Tis plenty, Peace, a Calme
Like Droping Balme;
Love's wether is so fayre,
Perfumed Aire;
Each word such pleasure brings,
Like soft toucht strings;
Love's Passion moves the harte
On Eyther parte;
Such Harmony together,
So pleas'd in Eyther;
No discords, Concords still,
Seal'd with one will.
But in a wife;
The Comforts are so sweete
When they doe meete;
Tis plenty, Peace, a Calme
Like Droping Balme;
Love's wether is so fayre,
Perfumed Aire;
Each word such pleasure brings,
Like soft toucht strings;
Love's Passion moves the harte
On Eyther parte;
Such Harmony together,
So pleas'd in Eyther;
No discords, Concords still,
Seal'd with one will.
By Love, God man made one,
Yett not alone;
Like Stamps of Kinge and Queene
Itt may be seene;
Two figures but one Coyne,
So they doe Joyne;
Onely they not Imbrase,
We face to face.
Yett not alone;
Like Stamps of Kinge and Queene
Itt may be seene;
Two figures but one Coyne,
So they doe Joyne;
Onely they not Imbrase,
We face to face.
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