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Farewell to Love. |
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Whilst yet to prove |
I thought there was some Deitie in love, |
So did I reverence, and gave |
Worship, as Atheists at their dying hour |
Call, what they cannot name, an unknown power, |
As ignorantly did I crave: |
Thus when |
Things not yet known are coveted by men, |
Our desires give them fashion, and so |
As they wax lesser, fall, as they sise grow. |
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But, from late Fair |
His Highness (sitting in a golden Chair,) |
Is not less cared for after three dayes |
By children, then the thing which lovers so |
Blindly admire, and with such worship wooe: |
Being had, enjoying it decayes: |
And thence, |
What before pleas'd them all, takes but one sense, |
And that so lamely, as it leaves behind |
A kind of sorrowing dulness to the mind. |
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Ah cannot we. |
As well as Cocks and Lyons jocund be, |
After such pleasures, unless wise |
Nature decreed (since each such act, they say, |
Diminisheth the length of life a day) |
This; as she would man should despise |
The sport, |
Because that other curse of being short,
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