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Pierides, or, The muses mount by Hugh Crompton, Gent.

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Title
Pierides, or, The muses mount by Hugh Crompton, Gent.
Author
Crompton, Hugh, fl. 1657.
Publication
London :: Printed by J.G. for Charles Web ...,
1658.
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Pages

44. The Protest.

1.
LAdy, let not a tear trickle down or appear In your eye, To conceive I should leave My affecting of you till I die.
2.
May the Bell never toll as a foy to my soul When it flies From its urn, to return To the place whence it came, o're the skies.

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3.
May the Sun never shine on this forehead of mine VVhile I breath, If that I e're deny To adore and to love thee till death.
4.
May the horrible itch, or the ghost of a witch Torture me If I prove to remove My engagements (fair Lady) from thee.
5.
But why should I speak, that have no force to bre•••• My design? For as well may I sell My own life, as forbear to be thine.
6.
Can the water remove from beneath to above VVithout art? No, you know it cannot so. No more can I alter my heart.
7.
Can the day light go out, while the Sun goes abou•• In the Sphear? No, you know 't cannot so: No more can my zeal to my Dear.
8.
Th' art Queen of my soul, and hast force to controu•• Each decree: For alas! even as Steel to the Loadstone, so I am to thee.

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9.
••nce then there's no force can divide or divorce Us in twain, ••hrow aside peevish pride, ••hile I kiss thee again and again.
10.
••t us wantonly play, kiss and clip while we may, Without scorn; ••r if we merry be ••ver night, I'le not leave thee i'th' morn.
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