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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| 71. | 71 Love's pale Cheekes |
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Love's pale Cheekes
Thy Cheekes are pale,
What doe they Ayle?
Thy blood did slipp
Into Each lipp.
I wishe it may
Ther Ever stay;
But as I came them nigh,
That rosey scarlett die
Did presently mee flie;
Div'd instantly, but wher?
Looke, looke, oh, it is there,
In thy sweet brest; I sweare
They blushe for shame.
It thither came;
What was its Ayme?
Was't modesty when spide,
Your Virgin blood, when Ey'de,
So from me it to hide?
Oh, sunke againe, t'is so.
Though buri'd ne'er so low
I'l finde it, you shall knowe.
With motion's heate Enlifne it;
Love's Resurrection make it sitt
In Triumph: who hereafter seekes,
Shall finde it in thy lipps and cheekes.
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