Facetiae : Musarum deliciae, or, The Muses recreation, conteining ...

Facetiae : Musarum deliciae, or, The Muses recreation, conteining ... Facetiae : Musarum deliciae, or, The Muses recreation, conteining ...

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344 Fancies and Fantasticks.'Tis nobler much for me that IBy her beauty, not her Anger dye ;This will look justly, and becomeAn Execution, that a Martyrdome.The censuring world will ne're refrainFrom judging men by thunder slain.She must be angry sure, if I should beSo bold to ask her to make meBy being hers, happier than she ;.'*{ i-I will not ;'tis a milder fateTo fallby her not loving, than her hate.And yet this death of mine, I fear.Will ominous to hep appear ;When, sound in every other part,Her sacrifice is found without an Heart ;For tjie last tempest of my deathShall sigh out that too, with my breath.His Misery.; o,CWater, water I espy :Come, and cool ye, all who fryJn. your loves, ; but none as I.Though a thousand showers beStill a falling, yet I seeNot one drop to light on me.Happy you, who can have seasFor to quench ye, or some easeFrom your kinder Mistresses.

Fancies and Fantasticks. 345I have one, and she aloneOf a thousand thousand known,Dead to all compassion.*

344 Fancies and Fantasticks.'Tis nobler much f<strong>or</strong> me that IBy her beauty, not her Anger dye ;This will look justly, and becomeAn Execution, that a Martyrdome.<strong>The</strong> censuring w<strong>or</strong>ld will ne're refrainFrom judging men by thunder slain.She must be angry sure, if I should beSo bold to ask her to make meBy being hers, happier than she ;.'*{ i-I will not ;'tis a milder fateTo fallby her not loving, than her hate.And yet this death of mine, I fear.Will ominous to hep appear ;When, sound in every other part,Her sacrifice is found without an Heart ;F<strong>or</strong> tjie last tempest of my deathShall sigh out that too, with my breath.His Misery.; o,CWater, water I espy :Come, and cool ye, all who fryJn. your loves, ; but none as I.Though a thousand showers beStill a falling, yet I seeNot one drop to light on me.Happy you, who can have seasF<strong>or</strong> to quench ye, <strong>or</strong> some easeFrom your kinder Mistresses.

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