JOSHUA SYLVESTER '25 Ubique
WERE I as base as is the lowly plain, And you, my Love, as high as heaven above, Yet should the thoughts of me, your humble swam, Ascend to heaven in honour of my love. Were I as high as heaven above the plain, And you, my Love, as humble and as low As are the deepest bottoms of the main, Wheresoe'er you were, with you my love should go. Were you the earth, dear Love, and I the skies, My love should shine on you like to the Sun, And look upon you with ten thousand eyes, Till heaven wax'd blind, and till the world were done. Wheresoe'er I am, below, or elbe above you Wheresoever you are, my heart shall truly love you.
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��MICHAEL DRAYTON
1563-163: 126 To His Coy Love
(PRAY thee, leave, Jove me no moie, Call home the heart you gave me' I but in vain that saint adore
That can but will not save me. These poor half -kisses kill me quite Was ever man thus served ? Amidst an ocean of delight
For pleasure to be starved ?
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