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Ambition.
I must no longer now admire
The coldnesse which possest
Thy snowy Breast,
That can by other Flames be set on Fire;
Poor Love to harsh Disdain betray'd
Is by Ambition thus out-weigh'd.
The coldnesse which possest
Thy snowy Breast,
That can by other Flames be set on Fire;
Poor Love to harsh Disdain betray'd
Is by Ambition thus out-weigh'd.
Hadst thou but known the vast extent
Of Constant Faith, how farre
'Bove all that are
Born slaves to Wealth, or Honours vain ascent;
No richer Treasure couldst thou finde
Than hearts with mutual Chains combin'd.
Of Constant Faith, how farre
'Bove all that are
Born slaves to Wealth, or Honours vain ascent;
No richer Treasure couldst thou finde
Than hearts with mutual Chains combin'd.
But Love is too despis'd a name,
And must not hope to rise
Above these ties.
Honour and Wealth out-shine his paler Flame;
These unite Souls, whilst true desire
Unpitied dies in its own Fire.
And must not hope to rise
Above these ties.
Honour and Wealth out-shine his paler Flame;
These unite Souls, whilst true desire
Unpitied dies in its own Fire.
Yet, cruel Fair one, I did aim
With no less Justice too,
Than those that sue
For other hopes, and thy proud Fortunes claim,
Wealth honours, honours wealth approve,
But Beauty's only meant for Love.
With no less Justice too,
Than those that sue
For other hopes, and thy proud Fortunes claim,
Wealth honours, honours wealth approve,
But Beauty's only meant for Love.
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