A New Volume of Familiar Letters Partly Philosophical, Political, Historical, The Third Edition, with Additions. By James Hovvell |
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To Sir Tho. Haw.
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To Sir Tho. Haw.
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Could I but catch those beamy Rayes,Which Phœbus at high noon displayes,
I'de set them on a Loom, and frame
A Scarf for Delia of the same.
2
Could I that wondrous black com near,Which Cynthia, when eclips'd, doth wear,
Of a new fashion I would trace
A mask therof for Delia's face.
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Could I but reach that green and blue,Which Iris decks in various hue,
From her moist Bow I'de drag them down,
And make my Delia a Summer Gown.
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Could I those whitely Stars go nigh,Which make the milky way in skie,
I'de poach them, and at Moon-shine dress
To make my Delia a curious mess.
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Thus would I diet, thus attire,My Delia Queen of hearts and fire,
She should have every thing divine
That would befitt a Seraphin.
And 'cause ungirt unbless'd we find,
One of the Zones her wast should bind.
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