Tixall Poetry.
45
Self-Love Mentayned
to
the Faire Self-Denyer, My Sister,
Th.
'Tweire fit, before I went about to proove
Self-love the onely spheire where all we moove,
To see first, what is self, then what is love.
Self-love the onely spheire where all we moove,
To see first, what is self, then what is love.
Self-nesse, is all my beings property,
At least the best, and not the worst of me,
My soules, and not my body’s entity.
At least the best, and not the worst of me,
My soules, and not my body’s entity.
And love is the uniting of my will,
Meerely to what seemes fittest for it still,
And only can my soules best powre fulfill.
Meerely to what seemes fittest for it still,
And only can my soules best powre fulfill.
