POEM: STANZAS TO LOVE
A to see t; If s give, Make an end, yield up t!
t s lengt s t is not in time relieved.
O ever I o be refused; Faito be forborn! Never love was so abused.
But, s Love, be still a! I see hee.
For, t s despair But th may fancy find.
Yet, alt may suc, t at latest gasp of breat in a ladys eye Love botook h.
t s lengt s t is not in time relieved.
O ever I o be refused; Faito be forborn! Never love was so abused.
But, s Love, be still a! I see hee.
For, t s despair But th may fancy find.
Yet, alt may suc, t at latest gasp of breat in a ladys eye Love botook h.