Divine poems Containing The History of Ionah. Ester. Iob. Sampson. Sions Sonets. Elegies. Written and newly augmented, by Fra: Quarles |
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BRIDE.
Sonet V.
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Most radiant, and refulgent Lampe of light,Whose midday beauty, yet ne're found a night,
'Tis thou, 'tis onely thou art faire; from Thee
Reflect those rayes, that have enlightned mee,
And as bright Cinthia's borrow'd beames doe shine
From Titan's glory, so doe I, from thine;
So dayly flourishes our fresh delight,
In dayly giving, and receiving light.
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Nor does thy glory shine to me alone;What place, wherein thy glory hath not shone
But O, how fragrant with rich odour, smells
That sacred House, where thou my true Love dwells?
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But fill'd with sweetnesse, if possest with thee!
My heart's a Heaven, for thou art in that heart,
Thy presence makes a Heaven, where e're thou art.
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