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 Joyes
More Joy to mee you are, a greater Pride
Then Victoryes that's gain'd off Eyther side
By Kinge or Parliment; did the warre cease,
Not so much Joy as your love, wer't a peace.
Then Victoryes that's gain'd off Eyther side
By Kinge or Parliment; did the warre cease,
Not so much Joy as your love, wer't a peace.
From Poverty to Riches, could nott feele
A Joy like you, should fortune turne her wheele;
Not to save Crownes such Joy as your love, when
Though Kinge and Queene might so love mee againe.
A Joy like you, should fortune turne her wheele;
Not to save Crownes such Joy as your love, when
Though Kinge and Queene might so love mee againe.
More Joy to mee then when the greatest strife
Of Pantinge Soule and body strives for life,
Nature's great duell; freinds, lamenting mourn'd,
Not Joy'd like mee when they spie health return'd.
Of Pantinge Soule and body strives for life,
Nature's great duell; freinds, lamenting mourn'd,
Not Joy'd like mee when they spie health return'd.
Not so much Joy is an Unparel'd Soule
That's fled to Heaven, and that's Newly stole
From the foule shert of fleshe, her spotted Sinne;
That with a lively, skipping fayth lept in.
That's fled to Heaven, and that's Newly stole
From the foule shert of fleshe, her spotted Sinne;
That with a lively, skipping fayth lept in.
Put all the Joys together, from the birth
Of Heaven's first Creation and the Earth,
Not like the Joy of your love; nay, tis higher
Then all Joys shall be, to the world's last fier.
Of Heaven's first Creation and the Earth,
Not like the Joy of your love; nay, tis higher
Then all Joys shall be, to the world's last fier.
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