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 Newyeare's Gifte
I must as others doe, appeare
For to present you this new yeare:
No Mony, or what it can bringe,
Not gives, or buy then any thinge.
Nor Creditt have I for to borrow,
Which for your sake is all my Sorrow;
Nor have I left one foote of Land,
So much as for one Minut's sande;
Weake hopes of some Contingent goods,
Faint thoughts of some Potentiall woods;
With Remote Phanseys may be fedd,
But that will buy Us nowher bredd.
What shall I offer then? a harte
Swel'd with love's passion; Evry parte
So reall, Loyall, and so true;
All of it sacrifis'de to you.
So all my thoughts cannot refrayne,
Still of you, for you, fills my brayne.
When you'le not love mee then I'l trie,
Tis Easy for your sake, to die;
A life I'l give you, for to please you,
So from my love I thus may Ease you;
I can but give you what I have;
All what I am, Unto the grave;
And my last sithinge breath shall tell
How much I lov'd you; so fairewell.
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