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27.
This grave rebuke, Officious Memory
Presents to Birtha's thought; who now believ'd
Such sighing Songs, as tell why Lovers die,
And prais'd their faith, who wept, when Poets griev'
This grave rebuke, Officious Memory
Presents to Birtha's thought; who now believ'd
Such sighing Songs, as tell why Lovers die,
And prais'd their faith, who wept, when Poets griev'
28.
She, full of inward questions, walks alone,
To take her heart aside in secret Shade;
But knocking at her breast, it seem'd, or gone,
Or by confed'racie was useless made;
She, full of inward questions, walks alone,
To take her heart aside in secret Shade;
But knocking at her breast, it seem'd, or gone,
Or by confed'racie was useless made;
29.
Or else some stranger did usurp its room;
One so remote, and new in ev'ry thought,
As his behaviour shews him not at home,
Nor the Guide sober that him thither brought.
Or else some stranger did usurp its room;
One so remote, and new in ev'ry thought,
As his behaviour shews him not at home,
Nor the Guide sober that him thither brought.
30.
Yet with this forreign Heart, she does begin
To treat of Love, her most unstudy'd Theam;
And like young conscienc'd Casuists, thinks that sin,
Which will by talk and practise lawfull seem.
Yet with this forreign Heart, she does begin
To treat of Love, her most unstudy'd Theam;
And like young conscienc'd Casuists, thinks that sin,
Which will by talk and practise lawfull seem.
31.
With open Ears, and ever-waking Eyes,
And flying Feet, Love's fire she from the sight
Of all her Maids does carry, as from Spies;
Jealous, that what burns her, might give them light.
With open Ears, and ever-waking Eyes,
And flying Feet, Love's fire she from the sight
Of all her Maids does carry, as from Spies;
Jealous, that what burns her, might give them light.
32.
Beneath a Mirtle Covert now does spend
In Maids weak wishes, her whole stock of thought;
Fond Maids! who Love, with Minds fine stuff would mend,
Which Nature purposely of Bodies wrought,
Beneath a Mirtle Covert now does spend
In Maids weak wishes, her whole stock of thought;
Fond Maids! who Love, with Minds fine stuff would mend,
Which Nature purposely of Bodies wrought,
33.
She fashions him she lov'd of Angels kind,
Such as in holy Story were employ'd
To the first Fathers from th' Eternal Mind,
And in short vision onely are enjoy'd.
She fashions him she lov'd of Angels kind,
Such as in holy Story were employ'd
To the first Fathers from th' Eternal Mind,
And in short vision onely are enjoy'd.
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