Poems written by A. Cowley.

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Title
Poems written by A. Cowley.
Author
Cowley, Abraham, 1618-1667.
Publication
London :: Printed for Humphrey Moseley,
1656.
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The Soul▪

1.
IF mine Eyes do e're declare They have seen a second thing, that's fair; Or Ears, that they have Musick found, Besides thy Voyce, in any Sound; If my Taste do ever meet, After thy Kiss, with ought that's sweet; If my 'abused Touch allow Ought to be smooth, or soft, but You; If, what seasonable Springs, Or the Eastern Summer brings; Do you Smell perswade at all Ought Perfume, but thy Breath to call; If all my senses Objects be Not contracted into Thee, And so through Thee more powe'rful pass, As Beams do through a Burning-Glass; If all things that in Nature are Either soft, or sweet, or fair, Be not in Thee so 'Epitomiz'd, That nought material's not compriz'd; May I as worthless seem to Thee As all, but Thou, appears to Mee.
2.
If I ever Anger know, Till some wrong be done to You; If Gods or Kings my Envy move, Without their Crowns crown'd by thy Love; If ever I an Hope admit, Without thy Image stampt on it; Or any Fear, till I begin To find that You'r concern'd therein; If a Ioy ere come to mee, That Tastes of any thing but Thee; If any Sorrow touch my Mind, Whilst You are well, and not unkind; If I a minutes space debate, Whether I shall curse and hate

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The things beneath thy hatred fall, Though all the World, My self and all; And for Love; if ever I Approach to it again so nigh, As to allow a Toleration To the least glimmering Inclination; If thou alone do'est not controul All those Tyrants of my Soul, And to thy Beauties ty'est them so, That constant they as Habits grow; If any Passion of my Heart, By any force, or any art, Be brought to move one step from Thee, Maist Thou no Passion have for Mee.
3.
If my busie 'Imagination Do not Thee in all things fashion; So that all fair Species bee Hieroglyphick marks of Thee; If when Shee her sports does keep (The lower Soul being all asleep) She play one Dream with all her art, Where Thou hast not the longest part. If ought get place in my Remembrance, Without some badge of thy resemblance; So that thy parts become to me A kind of Art of Memorie. If my Understanding do Seek any Knowledge but of You, If she do near thy Body prize Her Bodies of Philosophies, If Shee to the Will do show Ought desirable but You, Or if That would not rebel, Should she' another doctrine tell; If my Will do not resigne All her Liberty to thine; If she would not follow Thee, Though Fate and Thou shouldst disagree; And if (for I a curse will give, Such as shall force thee to believe) My Soul be not entirely Thine; May thy dear Body ne're be Mine.
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