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THOMAS RANDOLPH

1605-1635


299. A Devout Lover

I have a mistress, for perfections rare
In every eye, but in my thoughts most fair.
Like tapers on the altar shine her eyes;
Her breath is the perfume of sacrifice;
And wheresoever my fancy would begin,
Still her perfection lets religion in.
We sit and talk, and kiss away the hours
As chastely as the morning dews kiss flowers:
I touch her, like my beads, with devout care,
And come unto my courtship as my prayer.


300. An Ode to Master Anthony Stafford

to hasten Him into the Country

      Come, spur away,
          I have no patience for a longer stay,
      But must go down
  And leave the chargeable noise of this great town:
      I will the country see,
      Where old simplicity,
        Though hid in gray,
        Doth look more gay
  Than foppery in plush and scarlet clad.
    Farewell, you city wits, that are
      Almost at civil war—
'Tis time that I grow wise, when all the world grows mad.