Tell me not, sweet, I am unkinde, That from the nunnerie Of thy chaste breast and quiet minde, To warre and armes I flee. True, a new mistresse now I chase.— The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith imbrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you, too, shall adore; I could not love thee, deare, so much, Loved I not honour more.
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When Love with unconfinèd wings Hovers within my gates, And by divine Althea brings To whisper at my grates; When I lie tangled in her hair And fettered with her eye, The birds that wanton in the air Know no such liberty. When flowing cups pass swiftly round With no allaying Thames,... |
IF to be absent were to be Away from thee; Or that, when I am gone, You or I were alone; Then, my Lucasta, might I crave Pity from blustering wind or swallowing wave. But I ’ll not sigh one blast or gale To swell my sail, Or pay a tear to ’suage The foaming blue... |
Tell me not, sweet, I am unkinde, That from the nunnerie Of thy chaste breast and quiet minde, To warre and armes I flee. True, a new mistresse now I chase.— The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith imbrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you,... |
Amarantha sweet and fair Let it fly as unconfin'd Ev'... |
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When love with unconfined wings |
