Tixall Poetry.
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But Cupids blind, and scorning sight,
Can find his way as well by night.
E.If spies they bee, they may discover
Loves seasons to a woing lover;
But they by night are torches too,
That lead to finde as well as wooe.
L.Love's nere the nearer to be led
To Venus' lodge without a bed;
And on what pillow can he sleep,
But the soft roses of her lip?
E.Eyes windowes are, where loves deare paine
Flys in, and steales into the braine,
Where he the pleasing torment breeds,
And with his bitter sweetnesse feeds.
L.Lypps are the dores, where loves sharp food
Getts in to fill, and spill the blood;
And through the veines convayes the hart
His killing and his curing smart.
E.Tis fleshly love that feeds the tast;
Sight's purer food are spirits chast;
I' th' turtle's eye no venom is,
Though serpents poyson with a kisse.
Can find his way as well by night.
E.If spies they bee, they may discover
Loves seasons to a woing lover;
But they by night are torches too,
That lead to finde as well as wooe.
L.Love's nere the nearer to be led
To Venus' lodge without a bed;
And on what pillow can he sleep,
But the soft roses of her lip?
E.Eyes windowes are, where loves deare paine
Flys in, and steales into the braine,
Where he the pleasing torment breeds,
And with his bitter sweetnesse feeds.
L.Lypps are the dores, where loves sharp food
Getts in to fill, and spill the blood;
And through the veines convayes the hart
His killing and his curing smart.
E.Tis fleshly love that feeds the tast;
Sight's purer food are spirits chast;
I' th' turtle's eye no venom is,
Though serpents poyson with a kisse.
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