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His Mistriss bidding him make another choice.
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His Mistriss bidding him make another choice.
[I]
Know Dearest 'twas no easie ArtCould so have conquer'd me,
My breast was proof against the Dart
Of any foe but thee:
And hadst thou wounded me with smiles,
Then cur'd me with a kiss,
I had contemn'd thy Sexes wiles as
Enemies to Bliss.
II
But having caught me in the snare,I cann't with ease return;
Had others harmes made me beware
I might have left to burn:
But greedy of my misery,
I courted so my fate;
The Object spake all Love to me,
But the Effect on't hate.
III
No Beauty but thy own shall make,Me sensible of wo;
For when I do the same forsake,
I must my bliss forego:
My heart shall never yield it self,
A prisoner, but to thee,
For no respect to praise or pelf,
Shall bribe my constancie.
IV
When thou shalt frame thy Throne of Bliss,Look down on my sad heart;
And know for whose dear sake it is
Appointed so to smart:
When thou shalt find I prize thy joy
More then my own content;
What heart but thine could so destroy
A heart so innocent.
V
When thou shalt find my youth to waste,My Loyalty indure;
And I no other joys do taste,
Then what thy hate doth sowre:
When thou shalt find I take delight
In nothing saving thee;
If pity would my Love requite,
Be kind to murther me.
VI
Till when my soul when 'tis most sadShall find the way to Sing
There is no comfort to be had,
But what thy Love must bring:
And if thy glories think it meet
I must thy Martyr be
When Natures watch hath left to beat,
Farewell Fair crueltie.
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