Lives of the English Poets : Waller, Milton, Cowley by Samuel Johnson
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And let me and my sun beget a man.
Thus he represents the meditations of a lover: Though in thy thoughts scarce any tracts have been So much as of original sin, Such charms thy beauty wears, as might Desires in dying confest saints excite. Thou with strange adultery Dost in each breast a brothel keep; Awake all men do lust for thee, And some enjoy thee when they sleep. The true taste of tears: Hither with crystal vials, lovers, come, And take my tears, which are love's wine, And try your mistress' tears at home; For all are false, that taste not just like mine.--DONNE. This is yet more indelicate: As the sweet sweat of roses in a still, As that which from chas'd musk-cat's pores doth trill, |
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