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The Preface.
Again,
O Glass! with too much Joy my Thoughts thou greets..
And again upon the Chamber where his admired Geraldine was born;
O! if Elyzium be above the Ground,
Then here it is, where nought but Joy is found.
Then here it is, where nought but Joy is found.
And Michael Drayton, who had a Talent fit to imitate, and to celebrate so great a Genius, of all our English Poets, seems best to have understood the sweet and harmonious placing of Monofyllables, and has practised it with so great a Variety, as discovers in him a peculiar Delight, even to Fondness; for which however, I cannot blame him, notwithstanding this may be reputed the Vice of our Sex, and in him be thought effeminate. But let the Reader judge for himself;
Care draws on Care, Woe. comforts Woe again,
Sorrow breeds Sorrow,one Griefe bringsforth twaine,
If live or dye, as thou doost, fo do I,.
If live, I dive, and if thou dye, I dye;
One Hart, one Love, one Joy, one Griese, one Troth,
One Good, one Ill, one Life, one Death to both.
Sorrow breeds Sorrow,one Griefe bringsforth twaine,
If live or dye, as thou doost, fo do I,.
If live, I dive, and if thou dye, I dye;
One Hart, one Love, one Joy, one Griese, one Troth,
One Good, one Ill, one Life, one Death to both.
Again,
Where as thou cam'st unto the Word of Love,
Even in thine Eyes I saw how Passion strove;
That snowy Lawn which covered thy Bed,
Me thought lookt white, to see thy cheeke so red,
Thy rosye cheeke oft changing in my fight,
Yet still was red to fee the Lawn so white:
Even in thine Eyes I saw how Passion strove;
That snowy Lawn which covered thy Bed,
Me thought lookt white, to see thy cheeke so red,
Thy rosye cheeke oft changing in my fight,
Yet still was red to fee the Lawn so white:
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