The Minor Poems of Joseph Beaumont ... Edited from the autograph manuscript with introduction and notes by Eloise Robinson |
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Η Αγαπη ου Ζητει τα εαυτης
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Η Αγαπη ου Ζητει τα εαυτης
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'Tis Yee, black Avarice, & Hate,Whose fell conjunction begat
Those costly Barrs
And wrangling Warrs
Which shed the hartblood of ten thousand Purses
Draind into Lawyers Chests with full as many Curses.
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'Tis thou, incroaching Pride, whoe firstInto thy Neighbours Bounds did burst;
Thou, who dost by
Extremitie
Of Sin, excuse its Guilt, & paint ye stories
Of thy vast Murders with victorious Valours glories.
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Love never any Soldiers prestAnothers Right away to wrest;
And though it knows
What Shafts & Bows
And Battells mean, all its Artillerie
Weapons of Sweetnes & Delicacie be.
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Love never went to Law, nor knewWhat kinde of Trade it was to sue;
Love never feed
A Toung to plead,
Nor hir'd ye Judges Conscience, so to make
Justice hirself upon hir throne unjustly speak.
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O no; Love nothing thinks so farrIts own, as either by the Warr
Of Sword or Toung
To right its wrong:
And how much less will it a fight maintain
To ravish Goods, & others Propertie to gain?
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Snatch but Loves Cloke, & that will beA Pledge of further prey to thee;
For Love will not
Denie its Coat,
Being ashamed more to force Thee to
Restore its clothes, then naked up and down to goe.
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No Action of Batterie fearThough Loves right Cheek you beat or tear;
No; Love doth offer
Its left to suffer,
And by the glorie of like patience be
Sister unto the Right, in milde humilitie.
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