The SLIGHT.
SONG.
I.
I Did but crave that I might kiss,
If not her Lip, at least her Hand,
The coolest Lover's frequent bliss,
And rude is she that will withstand
Poems and songs by Thomas Flatman.
About this Item
- Title
- Poems and songs by Thomas Flatman.
- Author
- Flatman, Thomas, 1637-1688.
- Publication
- London :: Printed for Benjamin Tooke ...,
- 1686.
- Rights/Permissions
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- Subject terms
- Poetry, English.
- Songs, English.
- Cite this Item
-
"Poems and songs by Thomas Flatman." In the digital collection Early English Books Online 2. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A39655.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed May 6, 2024.
Pages
Page 125
That inoffensive liberty:
She (would you think it?) in a fume
Turn'd her about and left the Room;
Not she, she vow'd, not she.
II.
Well Chariessa then said I,
If it must thus for ever be,
I can renounce my slavery,
And since you will not, can be free,
(Many a time she made me die,)
Yet (would you think't?) I lov'd the more,
But I'le not tak't as heretofore,
Not I, I'le vow, not I.