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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 Wonder

Your sweeter lookes, when View them to my Wonder,
Gives mee love's strictest Lawe, yett without Thunder.
Your gentle Eys, in Virtue mee still teachinge,
They Edifie mee more then any Preachinge;
Their kinder Beames, shott from your modest face,
Invirtuse mee, just like infused grace.
Your Sun-like Bewty's flaminge light, so fayre,
Each glimps of Goodnes fills my hart with Prayre;
And your Each meltinge worde, what doth it doe?
When I receave them, am so thankefull too.
Kneeling thus att your Alter and your shrine,
Findinge nothinge about mee, but divine;
Thus, by reflection of your goodnesse, stole
Thus into mee your Soule, thus saves my Soule.
Thus consecrated for mee you were sent,
Makes mee beleeve Marrige a Sacrement,
That thus hath Chang'd mee from what I have bin;
Finding nothing about mee now like Sinne,
Knows not my selfe, nor thinkes that I am mee;
Marrige it could not doo't, not Married thee.
T'is thee, and thee, and onely, onely thee;
For none Else in the world could have sav'd mee,
And sav'd mee so as now my heaven's heere,
For beyond you no wishes doe appeare;

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That's heaven, shure, for heere wishes doth store Us,
And Earthly thoughts have wishes still before Us,
And I have none but you; I sweare t'is true:
I have no heaven then, but what is you.