THE DISCOVERY.
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Whatever ’tis shall first love me,
That it my heaven may truly be,
I shall be sure to give 't eternity.
That it my heaven may truly be,
I shall be sure to give 't eternity.
THE DISCOVERY.
By Heaven, I'll tell her boldly that ’tis she;
Why should she asham'd or angry be,
To be belov'd by me?
The Gods may give their altars o'er;
They 'll smoke but seldom any more,
If none but happy men must them adore.
Why should she asham'd or angry be,
To be belov'd by me?
The Gods may give their altars o'er;
They 'll smoke but seldom any more,
If none but happy men must them adore.
The lightning, which tall oaks oppose in vain,
To strike sometimes does not disdain
The humble furzes of the plain.
She being so high, and I so low,
Her power by this does greater show,
Who at such distance gives so sure a blow.
To strike sometimes does not disdain
The humble furzes of the plain.
She being so high, and I so low,
Her power by this does greater show,
Who at such distance gives so sure a blow.
Compar'd with her, all things so worthless prove,
That nought on earth can tow'rds her move,
Till 't be exalted by her love.
Equal to her, alas! there 's none;
She like a Deity is grown;
That must create, or else must be alone.
That nought on earth can tow'rds her move,
Till 't be exalted by her love.
Equal to her, alas! there 's none;
She like a Deity is grown;
That must create, or else must be alone.
