Ostella Or the Faction of Love and Beauty Reconcil'd By I. T. [i.e. John Tatham] |
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To a vertuous Lady, on whom Envy had thrown a Scandal, for which she Mourned, and hung her Chamber with Blacks.
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To a vertuous Lady, on whom Envy had thrown a Scandal, for which she Mourned, and hung her Chamber with Blacks.
Let not the Sables so benight your eys,nor yet entomb your Beauty ere it dies;
Envy doth from this Sorrow gather strength,
and grows more huge and monstrous in length:
He gluts himself upon your Discontent,
and raiseth from your Sighs his Merriment.
The giddy people, that nought understands;
Strangers to Truth, will like to firebrands,
Kindle a hot suspicion in each other,
till they your Honour and your Fame do smother.
A Stream that may be stopt at the Springs head,
if let alone may overflow a Mead,
Nay drown a League of Earth. Now Envy sings;
and t'paint his Falshood like to Truth, he brings
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and your offence makes you so often die.
Then Madam tear those Death-like-Sables thence,
in th' stead set up your Flags of Innocence:
And brave Defiance that Truth's light may be
no longer hid by Envies Trechery.
Thus reassuming your Hearts jollity,
Envie will want his food, so starving die.
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