Tixall Poetry.
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Amongst these strange events, we'le mingle those
Whose happy love with milke and honey flowes,
Whilst broods of joycs their halcion calmes disclose.
Whose happy love with milke and honey flowes,
Whilst broods of joycs their halcion calmes disclose.
Hands ever claspt, and hearts as straitely tyde,
Cemented knots, which nothing can divide,
So firmly in each other they abide.
Cemented knots, which nothing can divide,
So firmly in each other they abide.
Their mingled soules they with one rudder steere,
The self same hate, the like aversion beare,
And sympathizing cause of hope and feare.
The self same hate, the like aversion beare,
And sympathizing cause of hope and feare.
Their intermixed thoughts pass to and fro,
Give each intelligence of all they know,
Like twins, their soules unto each other grow.
Give each intelligence of all they know,
Like twins, their soules unto each other grow.
Their minds concentring banish as offence
The least propriety in any sense,
Or any joy, that hath his rise from thence.
The least propriety in any sense,
Or any joy, that hath his rise from thence.
Like two bright lamps they burn with equal fires,
Each life takes breath from th' other, and expires;
Their interest but one as their desires.
Each life takes breath from th' other, and expires;
Their interest but one as their desires.
