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Tixall Poetry.
L.Tis meare phantastick lovers fare,
To gape at spirits, feed on aire:
I' th' turtles kisse no poyson lyes,
Though basilisks can kill with eyes.
E.Loves eyes must surfet, sure, if fed
Upon no couler else but red;
Here joyne all objects of the vew,
Both black, and gray, and whit, and blew.
L.Love starves with too much apitite,
That has no fatter food then sight;
I' th' lip how all his beautys meet,
Both full and faire, and soft and sweet.
E.Though jealous mist of darkenesse covers
And shutts the rosy harts of lovers,
Of orient eyes one open ray
Again displays them to the day.
L.Though frost of coynesse make debate
Twixt Thirses' love and Phillis' state,
Of melting lipps one gentle kisse
Restores the shepard to his blisse.
E.As daysys red, in open feeld,
For sweetnesse to the violet yeeld,
To gape at spirits, feed on aire:
I' th' turtles kisse no poyson lyes,
Though basilisks can kill with eyes.
E.Loves eyes must surfet, sure, if fed
Upon no couler else but red;
Here joyne all objects of the vew,
Both black, and gray, and whit, and blew.
L.Love starves with too much apitite,
That has no fatter food then sight;
I' th' lip how all his beautys meet,
Both full and faire, and soft and sweet.
E.Though jealous mist of darkenesse covers
And shutts the rosy harts of lovers,
Of orient eyes one open ray
Again displays them to the day.
L.Though frost of coynesse make debate
Twixt Thirses' love and Phillis' state,
Of melting lipps one gentle kisse
Restores the shepard to his blisse.
E.As daysys red, in open feeld,
For sweetnesse to the violet yeeld,
