Ostella, or, The faction of love and beauty reconcil'd by I.T., Gent.

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I May revoke each Vow I made to thee, without the guilt of wilfull Perjrary. I swore I'd Wed thee, and I meant no lesse, had'st thou but prov'd the same thou did'st profess: But being not what thou did'st seem to be, it were a sin to keep my Faith with thee. Our Fancie's ost deceived by the sight of some far Object, some exhaled Light,

That seems a Star, but falling to the Ground, the falsenesse of th'admired thing is found. So though thou didst mislead my eyes, thoul't find thy fair illufion cann't my Judgement blind. I'd rather marry one resembles Night, that hath an Inward part can make her bright. For Lapidaries value not alone the make, but secret Virtue of the Stone. I care not for the whites of. Shape or Face: a black Heart's oft hid in a Christall Case, A Rose, whose Virgin Beauty casts a sent, passing through many hands, is quickly spent: So is a Picture, though as neatly Limb'd as Art could fancy, breath'd on too much dimm'd. Sure that man then is void of Reason quite that binds his faith unto a stale delight, Thus Hellen like a Cancel'd bond I leave thee, the Date is out, thou shalt no more deceive me: For thou hast wasted so thy Youthfull fires thou canst not thaw the Ice of my Desires. Then Glow-worm know, I'le not admire that light cann't yield me Comfort in the frostiest Night.