 | Ostella Or the Faction of Love and Beauty Reconcil'd |  |
Imagination.
How pleasingly doth thy Deceitinsinuate into our Sense,
Where having taken up a Seat,
what 'tis we wish thou steal'st from thence,
And to thy self thou form'st the Shape
which represented to the Mind,
Doth on its Peace Commit a Rape,
leaving our Fancy unconfin'd:
That time that for our Rest is lent
imploy'd our thoughts awake to keep,
Is priz'd to be the sweetest spent,
although it doth exile our Sleep:
What Numerous Joys do'st thou beget
to flatter each inclining thought,
As seem t'exceed the Appetite,
whose subtilty the Wonder wrought!
But (oh) the falsenesse of thy Charms,
that such bewitching joys prepare,
That when we think th'are in our Arms,
Ixion like, we grasp the Air.
| Ostella Or the Faction of Love and Beauty Reconcil'd | |