Poems, Songs and Love-Verses upon several Subjects. By Matthew Coppinger |
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[As you are fair, can you be loving too] |
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[As you are fair, can you be loving too]
As
you are fair, can you be loving too,
And make me happy in adoring you?
Not all the Wealth that India can give,
Without your love, can make me wish to live.
And make me happy in adoring you?
Not all the Wealth that India can give,
Without your love, can make me wish to live.
As in the Ocean, on a Summers day,
You may behold the Fish keep Holy-day,
Are all o're-joy'd, and smile as 'twere, to see
Fair weather gild the rough and angry Sea.
Can so my Fortune more auspicious prove?
You having smil'd upon my hopeless Love,
Be as you are so kind, so truly fair,
Loving of me, who now cast off despair;
Too soon a flame will else my Heart control,
You may behold the Fish keep Holy-day,
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Fair weather gild the rough and angry Sea.
Can so my Fortune more auspicious prove?
You having smil'd upon my hopeless Love,
Be as you are so kind, so truly fair,
Loving of me, who now cast off despair;
Too soon a flame will else my Heart control,
And leave my drooping Corps without a Soul.
Make me but sure that you will ever love
Me, who no other joys cou'd ever move;
Happy that day, thrice happy, wherein I
In you beheld my chief felicity.
Adoring you, I feel a scorching fire;
You, you alone, can make that flame retire.
Make me but sure that you will ever love
Me, who no other joys cou'd ever move;
Happy that day, thrice happy, wherein I
In you beheld my chief felicity.
Adoring you, I feel a scorching fire;
You, you alone, can make that flame retire.
Not that the Ardor can e're quite retreat,
All you can do is to allay the Heat;
The scorching Fervor never will give o're,
Wealth cannot do't, nor a whole Nations store.
That you are good, we know, Vertuous, and Wise:
India's bright Sun took luster from your Eyes.
Can else his Beams so dazle all Mens sight?
Give me but leave, I'll say, He robb'd his Light.
All you can do is to allay the Heat;
The scorching Fervor never will give o're,
Wealth cannot do't, nor a whole Nations store.
That you are good, we know, Vertuous, and Wise:
India's bright Sun took luster from your Eyes.
Can else his Beams so dazle all Mens sight?
Give me but leave, I'll say, He robb'd his Light.
Without your Beauty, he eclips'd must lye;
Your Presence comprehends a Deity.
Love heads his Golden Arrows, and from you
Can take such Charms as may the World subdue,
Make all things yeild, even the great Gods above:
Me thinks I hear them cry, Great Queen of Love;
Wishing to fall by your more pleasing Fate,
To you they come, and for their Sentence wait;
Live, Queen of Love, with most Imperial State.
Your Presence comprehends a Deity.
Love heads his Golden Arrows, and from you
Can take such Charms as may the World subdue,
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Me thinks I hear them cry, Great Queen of Love;
Wishing to fall by your more pleasing Fate,
To you they come, and for their Sentence wait;
Live, Queen of Love, with most Imperial State.
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