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6.
For since I saw this wounded stranger here,
Your inward musick still untun'd has been;
You, who could need no hope, have learnt to fear,
And practis'd grief, ere you did know to Sin.
For since I saw this wounded stranger here,
Your inward musick still untun'd has been;
You, who could need no hope, have learnt to fear,
And practis'd grief, ere you did know to Sin.
7.
This being Love, to Agatha I told;
Did on her Tongue, as on still Death relie;
But winged Love, she was too young to hold,
And, wanton-like, let it to others flie.
This being Love, to Agatha I told;
Did on her Tongue, as on still Death relie;
But winged Love, she was too young to hold,
And, wanton-like, let it to others flie.
8.
Love, who in whisper scap'd, did publick grow;
Which makes them now their time in silence waste;
Makes their neglected Needles move so slow,
And through their Eyes, their Hearts dissolve so fast.
Love, who in whisper scap'd, did publick grow;
Which makes them now their time in silence waste;
Makes their neglected Needles move so slow,
And through their Eyes, their Hearts dissolve so fast.
9.
For oft, dire tales of Love has fill'd their Heads;
And while they doubt you in that Tyrant's pow'r,
The Spring (they think) may visit Woods and Meads,
But scarce shall hear a Bird, or see a Flow'r.
For oft, dire tales of Love has fill'd their Heads;
And while they doubt you in that Tyrant's pow'r,
The Spring (they think) may visit Woods and Meads,
But scarce shall hear a Bird, or see a Flow'r.
10.
Ah how (said Birtha) shall I dare confess
My griefs to thee, Love's rash, impatient Spie;
Thou (Thula) who didst run to tell thy guess,
With secrets known, wilt to confession flie.
Ah how (said Birtha) shall I dare confess
My griefs to thee, Love's rash, impatient Spie;
Thou (Thula) who didst run to tell thy guess,
With secrets known, wilt to confession flie.
11.
But if I love this Prince, and have in Heav'n
Made any Friends by vows, you need not fear
He will make good the feature, Heav'n has given,
And be as harmless as his looks appear.
But if I love this Prince, and have in Heav'n
Made any Friends by vows, you need not fear
He will make good the feature, Heav'n has given,
And be as harmless as his looks appear.
12.
Yet I have heard, that Men whom Maids think kind,
Calm, as forgiven Saints, at their last Hour,
Oft prove like Seas, inrag'd by ev'ry wind,
And all who to their Bosoms trust, devour.
Yet I have heard, that Men whom Maids think kind,
Calm, as forgiven Saints, at their last Hour,
Oft prove like Seas, inrag'd by ev'ry wind,
And all who to their Bosoms trust, devour.
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