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The Wretched Lover. A Song.
1.
SEE how I wretched Lover prostrate lie,
Bound in your Chains, and yet at liberty:
Striving the Tyes which hold me to unfold;
They being tangled, me the straighter hold.
2.
The Beams shot from your Eyes do me inflame,
From thence I burn: O that you felt the same!
And whilst I struggle to evade the fire,
It still is blown up by my vain desire.
3.
I'm like a Ship which in a Storm is tost,
Fearing on Rocks each moment to be lost:
It strives unto the Haven to attain,
But is by adverse VVinds blown back again.
4.
Thus in Love's Labrinth do I run about,
And find no way by which I may get out.
Lend me the Clue; but if you that deny,
Then come your self, and stay eternally.