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Poems

by Thomas Stanley
 

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The Losse.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

The Losse.

Yet ere I go,
Disdainful Beauty thou shalt be
So wretched, as to know
What Joys thou fling'st away with me.
A Faith so bright,
As Time or Fortune could not rust;
So firm, that Lovers might
Have read thy story in my dust.
And crown'd thy Name
With Laurel verdant as thy Youth,
Whil'st the shrill voice of Fame
Spread wide thy Beauty and my Truth.

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This thou hast lost;
For all true Lovers, when they finde
That my just aims were crost,
Will speak thee lighter then the winde.
And none will lay
Any oblation on thy shrine,
But such as would betray
Thy faith, to faiths as false as thine.
Yet if thou chose
On such thy freedom to bestow,
Affection may excuse,
For love from Sympathy doth flow.