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Small poems of Divers sorts | ||
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[Lady I love, and (if you can]
Lady I love, and (if you canBelieve there is a faith in man)
No one can think a Mistress fitter,
Nor any love a Mistris better.
When I do look on you, I scorn
The rosie blushes of the morn;
When I do hear you speak, I know
No musick can so sweetly go;
When I at first your lips did touch,
I thought Jove never met with such;
I tasted Odours in your breath
Able to win a Soul from death;
All things that have been by you, smell
So fragrant after, and so well,
That Flora may be banished,
And you elected in her stead.
My sences being yours, make all
My future days one Festival:
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Least losing Senses I grow mad.
Small poems of Divers sorts | ||