Song 51. I languish in a silent flame
[I]
I languish in a silent flame;
For she to whom my vowes encline
Doth own perfections so divine,
That but to speak where to disclose her Name.
Ff I should say that she the store
Of Natures graces doth comprize,
The Love and wonder of all Eyes,
Who will not guess the Beauty I adore?
II
Or though I warily conceal
The Charms her looks and Soul possess;
Should her cruelty express,
And say she smiles at all the Pains we feel,
Among such suppliants as implore
Pity, distributing her Hate
Inexorable ar their Fate:
Who will not guess the Beauty I adore?