 | Ostella Or the Faction of Love and Beauty Reconcil'd |  |
To Silvia
Thou tak'st a wrong course to be rid of me,
void both of Wit and Pollicy.
'Tis not thy furious hate can do't,
and take thy Pride and Scorn to boot:
Who ever knew one angry Flame
the fury of another tame?
The youngest fire that's fiercest blown,
spreads widest, and most flame doth own.
Opposed Winds do fiercest blow,
and Streams rebated highest flow.
The more thy Hate seeks to suppress my Love,
the more it doth encrease, and stronger prove.
void both of Wit and Pollicy.
'Tis not thy furious hate can do't,
and take thy Pride and Scorn to boot:
Who ever knew one angry Flame
the fury of another tame?
The youngest fire that's fiercest blown,
spreads widest, and most flame doth own.
Opposed Winds do fiercest blow,
and Streams rebated highest flow.
The more thy Hate seeks to suppress my Love,
the more it doth encrease, and stronger prove.
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Those things that hardest are to be come by,
brave Spirits soonest after fly:
Things that are easie to be bought,
are by the common People sought.
What ever seeks to shun us, we
wing our Desire the most to see.
What is denied us to know,
our Inclination's aptest to:
When we're prohibited from meat,
we have the greatest mind to eat;
And thus thy hate doth but enlarge Desire,
the more represt, the more it doth aspire.
brave Spirits soonest after fly:
Things that are easie to be bought,
are by the common People sought.
What ever seeks to shun us, we
wing our Desire the most to see.
What is denied us to know,
our Inclination's aptest to:
When we're prohibited from meat,
we have the greatest mind to eat;
And thus thy hate doth but enlarge Desire,
the more represt, the more it doth aspire.
But 'cause I love thee, I will shew to thee
an easie way t' be rid of me.
Let me first Sate my longing Eye
on thy fair Shapes discovery;
My hands may next offencelesse Rove,
and wanton in the shade of Love.
Then let my Ears receive Content
in Words that speak a free Consent,
From thence thou breath'st forth Frankincense,
to open my obstructed Sense.
Next let my Appetite be pleas'd,
each Sense being sated, I'm appeas'd.
Thus having known All I desire to know.
Surfeit may soon effect what Hate would do.
an easie way t' be rid of me.
Let me first Sate my longing Eye
on thy fair Shapes discovery;
My hands may next offencelesse Rove,
and wanton in the shade of Love.
Then let my Ears receive Content
in Words that speak a free Consent,
From thence thou breath'st forth Frankincense,
to open my obstructed Sense.
Next let my Appetite be pleas'd,
each Sense being sated, I'm appeas'd.
Thus having known All I desire to know.
Surfeit may soon effect what Hate would do.
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