Ostella Or the Faction of Love and Beauty Reconcil'd By I. T. [i.e. John Tatham] |
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Ostella shewing me Verses sent to her by a friend of mine.
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Ostella shewing me Verses sent to her by a friend of mine.
Verses to thee! is he so Love-some grownjust on a sudden, are the lines his own?
Or doth he Court by Proxy, and hath paid
dear for his wit to one whose need hath made
Him a profest Poet, that he should be
guilty of Wit, Condemns himself and me.
Miracles may chance to walk, and light on him
he's empty enough, and may receive to th'brim.
But yet why should I doubt this, since thy eye
can make a Spark a Flame in Poetry,
And were not I as confident of Thee
as Saints of Heaven are, a Jealousie
Would work into my Faculties, thy Love
might leave my Sphear, and in anothers move.
Women are Charm'd when praises do perswade,
for then harmonious Spels their Ears invade.
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