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Poesis Rediviva

or, Poesie Reviv'd. By John Collop
 
 

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The answer.

Lice complain not if I fly,
Since fate forbids a Sympathy.
Could Infant spring and winter meet,
I'de covet Lices winding sheet;
And wed a monument with thee,
A parchment cloth'd Anatomie.
Whom ev'n but touch'd would ashes turn;
Nor cures your snow, if love ere burn;
Ner suppositions cold sweats free,
Where each touch prompts an Agonie.
Importunate love dry oakes oreflies,
To wanton in Euphormia's eyes;

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But thine affrighted in are fled,
To seek where he lies buried:
Whom Stibium thence can never raise;
Maz'd art dispairs at times decaies.