London :: Printed [by Ruth Raworth and Susan Islip] for Humphrey Moseley, and are to be sold at his shop at the signe of the Princes Armes in St. Pauls Church-yard,
1646.
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"Poems, &c. By James Shirley." In the digital collection Early English Books Online. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A93175.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed June 16, 2024.
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A Lover that durst not speak to his M.
I Can no longer hold, my body growesToo narrow for my soul, sick with repose,My passions call to be abroad; and whereShould I discharge their weight, but in her ear,From whose fair eyes the burning arrow came,And made my heart the Trophie to her flame.
I dare not. How? Cupid is blind we know,I never heard that he was dumb till now;Love, and not tell my Mistris? How crept inThat subtle shaft? Is it to love a sin?Is't ill to feed a longing in my blood?And was't no fault in her to be so good?
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I must not then be silent, yet forbear,Convey thy passion rather in some tear,Or let a sigh expresse, how much thy blisseDepends on her, or breathe it in a kisse,And mingle souls; loud accents call the eyesOf envie, and but waken jealousies:Then silence be my language, which if sheBut understand, and speak again to me,We shall secure our Fate, and prove at leastThe miracles of love are not quite ceast.Bar frowns from our discourse, and ev'ry whereA smile may be his owne Interpreter.Thus we may read in spite of standers by,Whole volumes, in the twinckling of an eye.
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