by Mary Wroth
He may our Prophett, and our Tutor proove,
In whom alone we doe this power finde,
To joine two hearts as in one frame to moove
Two bodies, but one soule to rule the minde
Eyes which must care to one deare Object binde,
Eares to each others speach as if above
All else, they sweete, and learned were; this kind
Content of Lovers witnesseth true love.
It doth inrich the wits, and make you see
That in your selfe which you knew not before,
Forceing you to admire such guifts showld be
Hid from your knowledge, yet in you the store.
Millions of these adorne the throane of Love,
How blest bee they then, who his favours prove?
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Last updated January 14, 2019