Some think to lose him

By having him confined;
And some do suppose him,

Poor thing! to be blind;
But if ne'er so close ye wall him,
Do the best that ye may,
Blind Love, if so ye call him,

He will find out his way.

You may train the eagle

To stoop to your fist;

Or you may inveigle

The Phoenix of the east;
The lioness, you may move her
To give over her prey;
But you'll ne'er stop a lover-
He will find out his way.

If the earth it should part him,
He would gallop it o'er;
If the seas should o'erthwart him,
He would swim to the shore;
Should his Love become a swallow,
Through the air to stray,

Love will lend wings to follow,
And will find out the way.

There is no striving

To cross his intent;

There is no contriving
His plots to prevent;

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But if once the message greet him

That his True Love doth stay,
If Death should come and meet him,
Love will find out the way!

Early 17th Cent.

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Anonymous.

TO ROSES IN THE BOSOM OF CASTARA

YE blushing virgins happy are

In the chaste nunnery of her breastsFor he'd profane so chaste a fair, Whoe'er should call them Cupid's nests.

Transplanted thus how bright ye grow!
How rich a perfume do ye yield!
In some close garden cowslips so
Are sweeter than i' th' open field.

In those white cloisters live secure

From the rude blasts of wanton breath!Each hour more innocent and pure,

Till you shall wither into death.

Then that which living gave you room,
Your glorious sepulchre shall be.
There wants no marble for a tomb
Whose breast hath marble been to me.
William Habington.

1634.

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WISHES TO HIS SUPPOSED

MISTRESS

WHOE'ER She be-

That not impossible She

That shall command my heart and me:

Where'er she lie,

Lock'd up from mortal eye

In shady leaves of destiny:

Till that ripe birth

Of studied Fate stand forth,

And teach her fair steps to our earth:

Till that divine

Idea take a shrine

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Of crystal flesh, through which to shine: 12

Meet you her, my Wishes,

Bespeak her to my blisses,

And be ye call'd my absent kisses.

I wish her Beauty,

That owes not all its duty

To gaudy tire, or glist'ring shoe-tie:

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Something more than

Taffata or tissue can,

Or rampant feather, or rich fan.

A Face, that 's best

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By its own beauty drest,

And can alone commend the rest.

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A Face, made up

Out of no other shop

Than what Nature's white hand sets ope. 27

A Cheek, where youth

And blood, with pen of truth,

Write what the reader sweetly ru'th.

A Cheek, where grows

More than a morning rose,

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The neighbour diamond, and outfaces
That sunshine by their own sweet graces. 42

Tresses, that wear

Jewels but to declare

How much themselves more precious are: 45

Whose native ray

Can tame the wanton day

Of gems that in their bright shades play. 48

Each ruby there,

Or pearl that dare appear,

Be its own blush, be its own tear.

A well-tamed Heart,

For whose more noble smart

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Joys, that confess

Virtue their mistress,

And have no other head to dress.

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