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38 POEMS OF THE AFFECTIONS.

COMPLIMENT AND A D MIRATION.

TO MISTRESS MARGARET HUSSEY.

MERRY Margaret,
As midsummer flower,
Gentle as falcon,
Or hawk of the tower;
With solace and gladness,
Much mirth and no madness,
All good and no badness;
So joyously,
So maidenly,
So womanly
Her demeaning, —
In everything
Far, far passing
That I can indite,
Or suffice to write,
Of merry Margaret,
As midsummer flower,
Gentle as falcon
Or hawk of the tower;
As patient and as still,
And as full of good-will,
As fair Isiphil,
Coliander,
Sweet Pomander,
Good Cassander ;
Steadfast of thought,
Well made, well wrought;
Far may be sought
Ere you can find
So courteous, so kind,
As merry Margaret,
This midsummer flower,
Gentle as falcon,
Or hawk of the tower.

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WHENAS IN SILKS MY JULIA GOES.

WHENAs in silks my Julia goes
Then, then (methinks) how sweetly flows
That liquefaction of her clothes.

That brave vibration each way free ; 0, how that glittering taketh me !

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I DO NOT LOVE THEE FOR THAT FAIR.

Next, when I cast mine eyes and see

I Do not love thee for that fair

Rich fan of thy most curious hair,

Though the wires thereof be drawn

Finer than the threads of lawn,

And are softer than the leaves

On which the subtle spider weaves.

I do not love thee for those flowers

Growing on thy cheeks, -love's bowers, –
Though such cunning them hath spread,

None can paint them white and red.

Love's golden arrows thence are shot,

Yet for then I love thee not.

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I do not love thee for those soft
Red coral lips I’ve kissed so oft;
Nor teeth of pearl, the double guard
To speech whence music still is heard,
Though from those lips a kiss being taken .
Might tyranats melt, and death awaken.

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