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COWLEY'S POEMS.
For, if the chiefest Christian Head
Was by this sturdy tyrant buffeted,
What wonder is it if weak I be slain?
Was by this sturdy tyrant buffeted,
What wonder is it if weak I be slain?
COLDNESS.
As water fluid is, till it do grow
Solid and fixt by cold;
So in warm seasons Love does loosely flow;
Frost only can it hold:
A woman's rigour, and disdain,
Does his swift course restrain.
Solid and fixt by cold;
So in warm seasons Love does loosely flow;
Frost only can it hold:
A woman's rigour, and disdain,
Does his swift course restrain.
Though constant and consistent now it be,
Yet, when kind beams appear,
It melts, and glides apace into the sea,
And loses itself there.
So the sun's amorous play
Kisses the ice away.
Yet, when kind beams appear,
It melts, and glides apace into the sea,
And loses itself there.
So the sun's amorous play
Kisses the ice away.
You may in vulgar loves find always this;
But my substantial love
Of a more firm and perfect nature is;
No weathers can it move:
Though heat dissolve the ice again,
The crystal solid does remain.
But my substantial love
Of a more firm and perfect nature is;
No weathers can it move:
Though heat dissolve the ice again,
The crystal solid does remain.
