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Miscellany Poems

By Tho. Heyrick
  

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Dorinda weeping.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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Dorinda weeping.

I

Stay pretty Prodigal, oh stay;
Throw not those Pearly Drops away:
Each little shining Gem might be
Price for a Captive Prince's Liberty.
See down her Cheeks the shining Jewels slide,
Brighter than Meteors, that from Heaven do glide.

II

Sorrow ne're look'd before so Fair,
Nor ever had so sweet an Air:
All-conquering Rays her Woes do dart,
And unknown Passions to the Soul impart.
More Fair she looks, while Grief her face doth shrowd;
Than the Sun peeping thrô a watry cloud.

III

Oh turn away those Killing Eyes!—
Venus from such a Sea did rise.
Love doth in Tears triumphant ride;
Such mighty Charms can never be deni'd:
That at one sight such different Passions move,
Relenting Pitty and Commanding Love.

IV

Come, curious Artist, as they fall,
Gather the shining Jewels all:
Harden the Gems, and each will be
More valued, than the Indie's Treasury:

72

But if the secret doth exceed thy Art,
It is but borrowing Hardness from her Heart.