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Introductory |
Into these Loves, who but for Passion looks |
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1. |
Like an adventurous seafarer am I |
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2. |
My heart was slain, and none but you and I? |
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3. |
Taking my pen, with words to cast my woe |
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4. |
Bright Star of Beauty! on whose Eyelids sit |
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5. |
Nothing but “No!” and “I!”, and “I!” and “No!” |
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6. |
How many paltry foolish painted Things |
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7. |
Love, in a humour, played the prodigal |
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8. |
There’s nothing grieve me, but that Age should haste |
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9. |
As other men, so I myself, do muse |
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10. |
To nothing fitter can I thee compare |
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11. |
You’re not alone when You are still alone |
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12. |
That learned Father, which so firmly proves |
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13. |
Letters and lines, we see are soon defaced |
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14. |
If he, from heaven that filched that living fire |
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15. |
Since to obtain thee, nothing me will stead |
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16. |
’Mongst all the creatures in this spacious round |
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17. |
Stay, speedy Time! behold, before thou pass |
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18. |
To this our World, to Learning, and to Heaven |
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19. |
You cannot love, my pretty Heart! and why? |
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20. |
An evil Spirit (your Beauty) haunts me still |
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21. |
A witless Gallant, a young wench that wooed |
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22. |
With fools and children, good discretion bears |
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23. |
Love banished heaven, in earth was held in scorn |
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24. |
I hear some say, “This man is not in love!” |
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25. |
O, why should Nature niggardly restrain |
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26. |
I ever love, where never Hope appears |
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27. |
Is not Love here, as ’tis in other climes? |
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28. |
To such as say, thy Love I overprize |
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29. |
When conquering Love did first my Heart assail |
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30. |
Those priests which first the Vestal Fire began |
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31. |
Methinks, I see some crooked Mimic jeer |
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32. |
Our floods’ Queen, Thames, for ships and swans is crowned |
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33. |
Whilst yet mine Eyes do surfeit with delight |
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34. |
Marvel not, Love! though I thy power admire! |
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35. |
Some misbelieving and profane in Love |
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36. |
Thou purblind Boy! since thou hast been so slack |
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37. |
Dear! why should you command me to my rest |
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38. |
Sitting alone, Love bids me go and write! |
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39. |
Some, when in rhyme, they of their loves do tell |
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40. |
My heart the Anvil where my thoughts do beat |
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41. |
Why do I speak of joy, or write of love |
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42. |
Some men there be, which like my method well |
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43. |
Why should your fair eyes, with such sovereign grace |
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44. |
Whilst thus my pen strives to eternize thee |
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45. |
Muses! which sadly sit about my chair |
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46. |
Plain pathed Experience (th’ unlearned’s guide) |
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47. |
In pride of Wit, when high desire of fame |
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48. |
Cupid, I hate thee! which I’d have thee know! |
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49. |
Thou leaden brain, which censur’st what I write |
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50. |
As in some countries, far remote from hence |
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51. |
Calling to mind since first my Love begun |
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52. |
What dost thou mean, to cheat me of my heart? |
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53. |
Clear Ankor, on whose silver-sanded shore |
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54. |
Yet read at last the Story of my Woe! |
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55. |
My Fair! if thou wilt register my Love |
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56. |
When like an Eaglet, I first found my love |
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57. |
You best discerned of my mind’s inward eyes |
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58. |
In former times, such as had store of coin |
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59. |
As Love and I late harboured in one inn |
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60. |
Define my Weal, and tell the joys of heaven |
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61. |
Since there ’s no help, Come, let us kiss and part! |
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62. |
When first I ended, then I first began |
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63. |
Truce, gentle Love! a Parley now I crave! |