Claraphil and Clarinda | ||
The Rebell.
Love? No; I am not such a Foe
To my Peace, Prethee cease,
Say no more,
Though her Eyes
Are the Skies
Where Love flies
And Inveagles
All the Eagles
That in her Airy soar,
I dare not flie, in her Skie,
'Tis too high;
Once her frown
Threw me down
So low,
That I swore, Never more
In a Sun-beam to soar,
Love and I, will each other never know.
To my Peace, Prethee cease,
Say no more,
Though her Eyes
Are the Skies
Where Love flies
And Inveagles
All the Eagles
That in her Airy soar,
I dare not flie, in her Skie,
'Tis too high;
Once her frown
Threw me down
So low,
That I swore, Never more
In a Sun-beam to soar,
Love and I, will each other never know.
He brings such Woes with him
Nought can exceed um;
Souls do in sorrow swim,
And Tears do feed um;
That every sense is dim
To Peace and Freedom.
Nought can exceed um;
Souls do in sorrow swim,
And Tears do feed um;
That every sense is dim
To Peace and Freedom.
Eye me, Try me,
Can you deny me?
Thus he beguiles the Wise,
But if you
To his Bow do bow
Your Soul becomes a Sacrifice;
Fires, Mires,
Brooks, and Briers,
Kinder are than he,
Then shake him off,
VVith scorn and scoff,
Sing, and drink Sack with me.
Can you deny me?
But if you
To his Bow do bow
Your Soul becomes a Sacrifice;
Fires, Mires,
Brooks, and Briers,
Kinder are than he,
Then shake him off,
VVith scorn and scoff,
Sing, and drink Sack with me.
Claraphil and Clarinda | ||