The History of Polindor and Flostella With Other Poems. By I. H. [i.e. John Harington] The third Edition, Revised and much Enlarged |
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Song. Scornfulness.
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Song. Scornfulness.
Know, thou fair Tyrant ere't belong
Down will fall
Thy grand Scepter, Crown and all,
Beautie's imperiall Fort, so strong;
When those Sunny Eyes, but late
Lamps of day; to Dawnings turn,
Dim twylights, twinkling Tapers fate;
And Glow-worms seem more cleerly burn.
Down will fall
Thy grand Scepter, Crown and all,
Beautie's imperiall Fort, so strong;
When those Sunny Eyes, but late
Lamps of day; to Dawnings turn,
Dim twylights, twinkling Tapers fate;
And Glow-worms seem more cleerly burn.
Those Spring-like Cheeks and Lips, admir'd
(Scean chang'd oft)
Autumn's, foul December's draught;
Thy gay-form'd Pageantry expir'd:
When, Thou living walking Tomb
To thine own Beauties shalt appear,
And here thine Epitaph, like doom,
Breath'd in three words [She was howe're.]
(Scean chang'd oft)
Autumn's, foul December's draught;
Thy gay-form'd Pageantry expir'd:
When, Thou living walking Tomb
To thine own Beauties shalt appear,
And here thine Epitaph, like doom,
Breath'd in three words [She was howe're.]
Then shall those former Slaves of thine
Kings become,
Which wore out Cloaths and Brains (in sum)
To court thy peevish Mood's design;
Thy Strapadoes felt, were lay'd
Panting at thy scornfull feet,
Expecting Dooms; one Smile display'd
Their Light of life, refreshing sweet.
Kings become,
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To court thy peevish Mood's design;
Thy Strapadoes felt, were lay'd
Panting at thy scornfull feet,
Expecting Dooms; one Smile display'd
Their Light of life, refreshing sweet.
One Kiss oth' Hand or brest at least,
Life's food show'd,
One calm Word life-sound bestow'd;
Beg'd these, poor Amorists, unblest!
Then, though churlish Thou did'st scorn,
They shall (nobler) pitty thee;
Or long before, perhaps (Free-born)
Turn Wise, renounce Love's slavery.
Life's food show'd,
One calm Word life-sound bestow'd;
Beg'd these, poor Amorists, unblest!
Then, though churlish Thou did'st scorn,
They shall (nobler) pitty thee;
Or long before, perhaps (Free-born)
Turn Wise, renounce Love's slavery.
Court now their dainty'st Freedomes, ease,
Looking on
Thy mock'd Beams undazl'd grown,
Charm-proof, bee't Frowns or smiling dress;
Queen of some fair World (as 'twere)
Leaving thee no Subjects too't,
When thou wilt wish th' hadst practis'd there
Less Scorn, known more Love-sweets to boot.
Looking on
Thy mock'd Beams undazl'd grown,
Charm-proof, bee't Frowns or smiling dress;
Queen of some fair World (as 'twere)
Leaving thee no Subjects too't,
When thou wilt wish th' hadst practis'd there
Less Scorn, known more Love-sweets to boot.
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