COUNSEL.
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If when your gift, long life, I disapprove,
I too ingrateful seem to be;
Punish me justly, Heaven; make her to love,
And then 't will be too short for me.
I too ingrateful seem to be;
Punish me justly, Heaven; make her to love,
And then 't will be too short for me.
COUNSEL.
Gently, ah gently, madam, touch
The wound which you yourself have made;
That pain must needs be very much,
Which makes me of your hand afraid.
Cordials of pity give me now,
For I too weak for purgings grow.
The wound which you yourself have made;
That pain must needs be very much,
Which makes me of your hand afraid.
Cordials of pity give me now,
For I too weak for purgings grow.
Do but a while with patience stay
(For counsel yet will do no good)
Till time, and rest, and Heaven, allay
The violent burnings of my blood;
For what effect from this can flow,
To chide men drunk, for being so?
(For counsel yet will do no good)
Till time, and rest, and Heaven, allay
The violent burnings of my blood;
For what effect from this can flow,
To chide men drunk, for being so?
Perhaps the physick 's good you give,
But ne'er to me can useful prove;
Medicines may cure, but not revive;
And I'm not sick, but dead in love.
In Love's hell, not his world, am I;
At once I live, am dead, and die.
But ne'er to me can useful prove;
Medicines may cure, but not revive;
And I'm not sick, but dead in love.
In Love's hell, not his world, am I;
At once I live, am dead, and die.
