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A description of Loue.
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A description of Loue.
Loue is a Region full of fires,
And burning with extreme desires,
An obiect seekes, of which possest,
The wheeles are fixt, the motions rest,
The flames in ashes lie opprest:
This Meteor striuing high to rise,
(The fewell spent) falles downe and dies.
And burning with extreme desires,
An obiect seekes, of which possest,
The wheeles are fixt, the motions rest,
The flames in ashes lie opprest:
This Meteor striuing high to rise,
(The fewell spent) falles downe and dies.
Much sweeter, and more pure delights
Are drawne from faire alluring sights,
When rauisht minds attempt to praise
Commanding eyes, like heau'nly rayes;
Whose force the gentle heart obayes:
Then where the end of this pretence
Descends to base inferiour sense.
Are drawne from faire alluring sights,
When rauisht minds attempt to praise
Commanding eyes, like heau'nly rayes;
Whose force the gentle heart obayes:
Then where the end of this pretence
Descends to base inferiour sense.
Why then should Louers (most will say)
Expect so much th' enioying day?
Loue is like youth, he thirsts for age,
He scornes to be his Mothers Page:
But when proceeding times asswage
The former heate, he will complaine,
And wish those pleasant houres againe.
Expect so much th' enioying day?
Loue is like youth, he thirsts for age,
He scornes to be his Mothers Page:
But when proceeding times asswage
The former heate, he will complaine,
And wish those pleasant houres againe.
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We know that Hope and Loue are twinnes;
Hope gone, Fruition now beginnes:
But what is this? vnconstant, fraile,
In nothing sure, but sure to faile:
Which, if we lose it, we bewaile;
And when we haue it, still we beare
The worst of passions, daily Feare.
Hope gone, Fruition now beginnes:
But what is this? vnconstant, fraile,
In nothing sure, but sure to faile:
Which, if we lose it, we bewaile;
And when we haue it, still we beare
The worst of passions, daily Feare.
When Loue thus in his Center ends,
Desire and Hope, his inward friends
Are shaken off: while Doubt and Griefe,
The weakest giuers of reliefe,
Stand in his councell as the chiefe:
And now he to his period brought,
From Loue becomes some other thought.
Desire and Hope, his inward friends
Are shaken off: while Doubt and Griefe,
The weakest giuers of reliefe,
Stand in his councell as the chiefe:
And now he to his period brought,
From Loue becomes some other thought.
These lines I write not, to remoue
Vnited soules from serious loue:
The best attempts by mortals made,
Reflect on things which quickly fade;
Yet neuer will I men perswade
To leaue affections, where may shine
Impressions of the Loue diuine.
Vnited soules from serious loue:
The best attempts by mortals made,
Reflect on things which quickly fade;
Yet neuer will I men perswade
To leaue affections, where may shine
Impressions of the Loue diuine.
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