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Tixall Poetry.
Nature with wise distrust doth arme,
And guard that tender sex from harme.
Long waiting love doth passage find
Into the slow-believing mind.
Jove, when he would with love comply,
Is said to lay his thunder by:
Too rough, he thinks, the shape of man—
Now in the softness of a swan,
Now like another nymph appeares,
And so beguiles Calista's feares.
By force, hee would have soone comprest
That which contents the ruder East:
But he, by this diviner art,
Makes conquest of the heavenly part.
S. Godolphin.
And guard that tender sex from harme.
Long waiting love doth passage find
Into the slow-believing mind.
Jove, when he would with love comply,
Is said to lay his thunder by:
Too rough, he thinks, the shape of man—
Now in the softness of a swan,
Now like another nymph appeares,
And so beguiles Calista's feares.
By force, hee would have soone comprest
That which contents the ruder East:
But he, by this diviner art,
Makes conquest of the heavenly part.
S. Godolphin.
