Ben. Johnson's poems, elegies, paradoxes, and sonnets
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Ben. Johnson's poems, elegies, paradoxes, and sonnets
Author
King, Henry, 1592-1669.
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London :: Printed and sold by the booksellers,
1700.
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St. Valentines day.
NOw that each feather'd Chorister doth singThe glad approches of the welcome SpringNow Phoebus darts forth his more early beam,And dips it later in the curled stream,I should to custome prove a retrogradeDid I still dote upon my sullen shade.
Oft have the seasons finisht and begun;Dayes into Months, those into years have run,
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Since my cross Starres and inauspicious fateDoom'd me to linger here without my Mate:Whose loss ere since befrosting my desire,Left me an Altar without Gift or Fire.
I therefore could have wisht for your own sakeThat Fortune had design'd a nobler stakeFor you to draw, then one whose fading dayLike to a dedicated Taper layWithin a Tomb, and long burnt ou•• in 〈◊〉〈◊〉,Since nothing there saw better by the flame.
Yet since you like your Chance, I must not tryTo marre it through my incapacity.I here make title to it, and proclaimeHow much you honour me to wear my name;Who can no form of gratitude devise,But offer up my self your sacrifice.
Hall then my worthy Lot! and may each MornSuccessive springs of joy to you be born:May your content ne're wane, untill my heartGrown Bankrupt, wants good wishes to impart.
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Henceforth I need not make the dust my Shrine,Nor search the Grave for my lost Valentine.
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