SIR ROBERT AYTON
But thou thy freedom didst recall That it thou might elsewhere enthral:
And then how could I but disdain
A captive's captive to remain ?
When new desires had conquered thce And changed the object of thy will, It had been lethargy in me,
Not constancy, to love thee still. Yea, it had been a sin to go And prostitute- affection so Since we arc taught no prayers to say To such as must to others pray.
Yet do thou glory in thy choice
Thy choice of his good fortune boast , I'll neither grieve nor yet rejoice To see him gain what I have lost The height of my disdain shall be To laugh at him, to blush for thee; To love thee still, but go no more A-begging at a beggar's door.
��BEN JONSON 194 Hymn to Diana
^UEEN and huntress, chaste and fair,
Now the sun is laid to sleep, Seated in thy silver chair,
State in wonted manner keep: Hesperus entreats thy light, Goddess excellently bright.
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