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Loves Heretick.
He whose active thoughts disdain
To be Captive to one foe,
And would break his single chain,
Or else more would undergo;
Let him learn the art of me,
By new bondage to be free.
To be Captive to one foe,
And would break his single chain,
Or else more would undergo;
Let him learn the art of me,
By new bondage to be free.
What tyrannick Mistresse dare
To one beauty love confine?
Who unbounded as the aire
All may court but none decline:
Why should we the Heart deny
As many objects as the Eye?
To one beauty love confine?
Who unbounded as the aire
All may court but none decline:
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As many objects as the Eye?
Wheresoe're I turn or move
A new passion doth detain me:
Those kind beauties that do love,
Or those proud ones that disdain me;
This frown melts, and that smile burns me;
This to tears, that ashes turns me.
A new passion doth detain me:
Those kind beauties that do love,
Or those proud ones that disdain me;
This frown melts, and that smile burns me;
This to tears, that ashes turns me.
Soft fresh Virgins not full blown,
With their youthful sweetnesse take me;
Sober Matrons that have known
Long since what these prove, awake me;
Here staid coldnesse I admire,
There the lively active fire.
With their youthful sweetnesse take me;
Sober Matrons that have known
Long since what these prove, awake me;
Here staid coldnesse I admire,
There the lively active fire.
She that doth by skill dispence
Every favour she bestows,
Or the harmlesse innocence
Which nor Court nor City knows,
Both alike my soul enflame,
That wilde beauty, and this tame.
Every favour she bestows,
Or the harmlesse innocence
Which nor Court nor City knows,
Both alike my soul enflame,
That wilde beauty, and this tame.
She that wisely can adorn
Nature with the wealth of art,
Or whose rural sweets do scorn
Borrow'd helps to take a heart,
The vain care of that's my pleasure,
Poverty of this my treasure.
Nature with the wealth of art,
Or whose rural sweets do scorn
Borrow'd helps to take a heart,
The vain care of that's my pleasure,
Poverty of this my treasure.
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Both the wanton and the coy
Me with equal pleasures move;
She whom I by force enjoy,
Or who forceth me to love;
This because she'l not confesse,
That not hide, her happinesse.
Me with equal pleasures move;
She whom I by force enjoy,
Or who forceth me to love;
This because she'l not confesse,
That not hide, her happinesse.
She whose loosely flowing hair,
Scatter'd like the beams o'th' Morn,
Playing with the sportive Air,
Hides the sweets it doth adorn,
Captive in tharnet restrains me,
In those golden fetters chains me.
Scatter'd like the beams o'th' Morn,
Playing with the sportive Air,
Hides the sweets it doth adorn,
Captive in tharnet restrains me,
In those golden fetters chains me.
Nor doth she with power lesse bright
My divided heart invade,
Whose soft tresses spread like Night,
O're her shoulders a black shade;
For the star-light of her eyes
Brighter shines through those dark Skies.
My divided heart invade,
Whose soft tresses spread like Night,
O're her shoulders a black shade;
For the star-light of her eyes
Brighter shines through those dark Skies.
Black, or fair, or tall, or low,
I alike with all can sport;
The bold sprightly Thais woo,
Or the frozen Vestal court;
Every beauty takes my minde,
Tied to all, to none confin'd.
I alike with all can sport;
The bold sprightly Thais woo,
Or the frozen Vestal court;
Every beauty takes my minde,
Tied to all, to none confin'd.
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