Tixall Poetry.
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Heaven above my hopes 'twould be,
To be belovd againe by thee.
To be belovd againe by thee.
But should my Phillis cruell prove,
And with disdaine receive my love;
Though all my hopes were then in vaine,
Ide looke on you, and hope againe:
And, martir like, charm'd with your cause,
Glory to suffer by your lawes.
And with disdaine receive my love;
Though all my hopes were then in vaine,
Ide looke on you, and hope againe:
And, martir like, charm'd with your cause,
Glory to suffer by your lawes.
Though some by change procure ther peace,
My life before my love shall cease;
My love's immortall as my soule,
Which fate by death cannot controule;
For should my Phillis cruel prove,
Ide die to live and love above.
My life before my love shall cease;
My love's immortall as my soule,
Which fate by death cannot controule;
For should my Phillis cruel prove,
Ide die to live and love above.
