Marinda Poems and Translations upon Several Occasions [by Mary Monck] |
The timerous Lover.
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The timerous Lover.
From Guarini.
O coward Heart,Why dost thou act so mean a part?
Why hide and slink away,
When Cloe does appear;
And with her bring the Day?
Why so chill and cold become,
When so bright a Fire is near?
Why so hoarse and dumb,
When you my Torments shou'd declare?
What is't you dread? the lightning of her Eyes?
Alas! he's happy that so dies.
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