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Tixall Poetry.
But since that now neyther can be,
A vertue of necessitie
I yet may make, now all my pelf
Content for thee, though not myselfe.
A vertue of necessitie
I yet may make, now all my pelf
Content for thee, though not myselfe.
To
Her Husband,
on New-Years-Day, 1651.
How swiftly time doth passe away,
Wher happines compleates the day!
Weeks, months, and years, but moments prove
To those that nobly are in love.
This computation's only knowne
To them that our pure flame can owne.
Succeeding yeares example take
By those are past; ther numbers wake
Envy, whilst with a will resignd
No wil is knowne til th' others mind.
Wher happines compleates the day!
Weeks, months, and years, but moments prove
To those that nobly are in love.
This computation's only knowne
To them that our pure flame can owne.
Succeeding yeares example take
By those are past; ther numbers wake
Envy, whilst with a will resignd
No wil is knowne til th' others mind.
