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Loues Deity |
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I long to talke with some old Louers ghost [266] |
who dyd before the God of Loue was borne |
I cannot thinke that hee who then lou'd most |
Sunk so lowe as to loue one w.ch did scorne |
But since this God produc'd a Destiny |
And that Vice-nature Custome lets it bee |
I must loue her that loues not mee |
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Sure they that made him God ment not so much |
Nor hee in his young Godhead practizd it |
But when an even flame two hearts did touch, |
His office was indulgently to fitt |
Actiues to passiues; correspondency |
Onely, his Subiect was, It cannot bee |
Loue, if I loue her who loues not mee |
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But every moderne God will now extend |
His vast Prerogatiue as far as Iove |
To rage, to lust, to write to, to com̄end |
All is the purlew of the god of Loue |
Oh were wee wakned by this tyranny |
To vngod this Child agayne, it could not bee |
I should loue her who loues not mee |
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Rebell and Atheist too, why murmure I |
As though I felt the worst that Loue could doe? |
Loue might make mee leaue louing, or might trye |
A deeper plague to make her loue mee too |
Wch, since shee loues before, I am lothe to see |
ffalshood is worse then Hate, and that must bee |
If shee whome I loue should loue mee |