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Ostella's Scorn.
HAd I not Lov'd thee Cruel fair,
thou had'st not priz'd thy self so high:
And thou had'st mist the title Rare,
had'st not receiv'd it from My eye.
The Flames that from my Heart did rise,
wrought by the fuell of Desire,
To seek the Glory of thy eyes
hath rais'd in others brests a fire.
And I that first did blaze thy Name;
that long before Obscured lay,
Am left Consuming in my Flame
whilst others Pitty find their Pay.
Thus by my Love, thou wert made Great,
and by thy Pride my Hearts cast down▪
Ingratitude is the worst Cheat,
and Prides more infamous then Clown.
But oh fond Love, thou didst my Pen subborn
to make her Proud, now Pride doth make her Scorn.