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My dearest rival, lest our love

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My dearest rival, lest our love

Should with excentric motion move,

Before it learn to go astray,

We'll teach and set it in a way,

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That it shall never wander foot.

Know first then, we will serve as true

For one poor smile, as we would do,

If we had what our higher flame

Or our vainer wish could frame.10

Impossible shall be our hope;

And love shall only have his scope

To join with fancy now and then,

And think what reason would condemn:

And on these grounds we'll love as true,15

As if they were most sure t' ensue:

And chastly for these things we'll stay,

As if to-morrow were the day.

Meantime we two will teach our hearts

In love's burdens bear their parts:20

Thou first shall sigh, and say she's fair;

And I'll still answer, past compare.

Thou shalt set out each part o' th' face,

While I extol each little grace:

Thou shalt be ravisht at her wit;25

And I, that she so governs it:

Thou shalt like well that hand, that eye,

That lip, that look, that majesty,

And in good language them adore;

While I want words and do it more.30

Yea we will sit and sigh a while,

And with soft thoughts some time beguile;

But straight again break out, and praise

All we had done before, new-ways.

Thus will we do, till paler death35

Come with a warrant for our breath;

And then, whose fate shall be to die

First of us two, by legacy

Shall all his store bequeath, and give

His love to him that shall survive;40

For no one stock can ever serve

To love so much as she'll deserve.

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Autor
John Suckling
Título
My dearest rival, lest our love
Lengua
inglés
Época
Barroco
Sala
La Biblioteca
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Cita recomendada
John Suckling, «My dearest rival, lest our love», Poetósfera, poetosfera.com/p/ws-en-my-dearest-rival-lest-our-love--john-suckling-f52990.html

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