The Phanseys of William Cavendish Marquis of Newcastle addressed to Margaret Lucas and her Letters in reply: Edited by Douglas Grant |
1. |
2. |
3. |
4. |
5. |
6. |
7. |
8. |
9. |
10. |
11. |
12. |
13. |
14. |
15. |
16. |
17. |
18. |
19. |
20. |
21. |
22. |
23. |
24. |
25. |
26. |
27. |
28. |
29. |
30. |
31. |
32. |
33. |
34. |
35. |
36. |
37. |
38. |
39. |
40. |
41. |
42. |
43. |
44. |
45. |
46. |
47. |
48. |
49. |
50. |
51. |
52. |
53. |
54. |
55. |
56. |
57. |
58. |
59. |
60. |
61. |
62. |
63. |
64. |
65. |
66. | 66 Love's Contemplations |
67. |
68. |
69. |
70. |
71. |
72. |
73. |
74. |
The Phanseys of William Cavendish Marquis of Newcastle | ||
85
66
Love's Contemplations
When from you, know not whatt to doe;
No busnesse, am so Idle too;
But fil'd with thoughts so Vast, Imence,
Of greate and Solid Consequence;
So Phansy-swell'd, ready to burst.
Thus for your Comminge am athirst,
To tell you what concernes Us neere:
Therfore, oh, com, oh, come, my Deer.
No busnesse, am so Idle too;
But fil'd with thoughts so Vast, Imence,
Of greate and Solid Consequence;
So Phansy-swell'd, ready to burst.
Thus for your Comminge am athirst,
To tell you what concernes Us neere:
Therfore, oh, com, oh, come, my Deer.
When Com'st, I know not what to say,
For all those thoughts are gone away,
Quite Vanisht; thus your love doth make mee;
If I know one, the Divell take mee.
Thus am love-Conjur'd, thus by thee,
When I am in your Company;
When 'parte, and you are gone away,
Methinkes much more then have to saye.
For all those thoughts are gone away,
Quite Vanisht; thus your love doth make mee;
If I know one, the Divell take mee.
Thus am love-Conjur'd, thus by thee,
When I am in your Company;
When 'parte, and you are gone away,
Methinkes much more then have to saye.
The Phanseys of William Cavendish Marquis of Newcastle | ||