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A deposition from Love.
I was foretold, your rebell sex,
Nor love, nor pitty knew;
And with what scorne, you use to vex
Poore hearts, that humbly sue;
Yet I believ'd, to crowne our paine,
Could we the fortresse win,
The happy lover sure should gaine,
A Paradise within:
I thought loves plagues, like Dragons sate,
Only to fright us at the gate.
Nor love, nor pitty knew;
And with what scorne, you use to vex
Poore hearts, that humbly sue;
Yet I believ'd, to crowne our paine,
Could we the fortresse win,
The happy lover sure should gaine,
A Paradise within:
I thought loves plagues, like Dragons sate,
Only to fright us at the gate.
But I did enter, and enjoy,
What happy lovers prove;
For I could kisse, and sport, and toy,
And tast those sweets of love;
Which had they but a lasting state,
Or if in Celia's brest,
The force of love might nor abate;
Jove were too meane a guest.
But now her breach of faith, far more
Afflicts, then did her scorne before.
What happy lovers prove;
For I could kisse, and sport, and toy,
And tast those sweets of love;
Which had they but a lasting state,
Or if in Celia's brest,
The force of love might nor abate;
Jove were too meane a guest.
But now her breach of faith, far more
Afflicts, then did her scorne before.
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Hard fate! to have been once possest
As victor, of a heart,
Atchiev'd with labour, and unrest,
And then forc'd to depart.
If the stout Foe will not resigne,
When I besiege a Towne,
I lose, but what was never mine;
But he that is cast downe
From enjoy'd beautie, feeles a woe,
Onely deposed Kings can know.
As victor, of a heart,
Atchiev'd with labour, and unrest,
And then forc'd to depart.
If the stout Foe will not resigne,
When I besiege a Towne,
I lose, but what was never mine;
But he that is cast downe
From enjoy'd beautie, feeles a woe,
Onely deposed Kings can know.
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