 | A Margarite of America |  |
PIETATI.
If so those flames I vent when as I sigh.
Amidst these lowly vallies where I lie.
Might finde some meanes by swift addresse to flie
Vnto those Alpine toplesse mountaines high:
Amidst these lowly vallies where I lie.
Might finde some meanes by swift addresse to flie
Vnto those Alpine toplesse mountaines high:
Thou shouldst behold their Icie burthens thawe,
And crimson flowers adorne their naked backs,
Sweete roses should inrich their winter wracks,
Against the course of kind and natures lawe.
And crimson flowers adorne their naked backs,
Sweete roses should inrich their winter wracks,
Against the course of kind and natures lawe.
But you faire Ladie see the furious flame,
That through your will destroyes me beyond measure,
Yet in my paines me thinkes you take great pleasure,
Loth to redeeme or else redresse the same:
Nor hath your heart compassion of mine illes,
More cold then snow, more hard then Alpine hils.
That through your will destroyes me beyond measure,
Yet in my paines me thinkes you take great pleasure,
Loth to redeeme or else redresse the same:
Nor hath your heart compassion of mine illes,
More cold then snow, more hard then Alpine hils.
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