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To His Coy Love...



I pray thee, leave, love me no more,
Call home the heart you gave me!
I but in vain that saint adore
That can but will not save me.
These poor half-kisses kill me quite
Was ever man thus servàed?
Amidst an ocean of delight
For pleasure to be starvàed?
Show me no more those snowy breasts
With azure riverets branchàed,
Where, whilst mine eye with plenty feasts,
Yet is my thirst not stanchàed;
O Tantalus, thy pains ne’er tell!
By me thou art prevented:
’Tis nothing to be plagued in Hell,
But thus in Heaven tormented.
Clip me no more in those dear arms,
Nor thy life’s comfort call me,
O these are but too powerful charms,
And do but more enthral me!
But see how patient I am grown
In all this coil about thee:
Come, nice thing, let thy heart alone,
I cannot live without thee!

To His Coy Love by Joshua Sylvester (1563-1618)







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