| LOVE in her Sunny Eyes does basking play
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| Love walks the pleasant Mazes of her Hair ; |
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| Love does on both her Lips for ever stray ; |
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| And sows and reaps a thousand kisses there. |
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| In all her outward parts Love 's always seen ; |
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But, oh, He never went within.
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| Within Love's foes, his greatest foes abide, |
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| Malice, Inconstancy, and Pride. |
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| So the Earths face, Trees, Herbs, and Flowers do dress, |
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| With other beauties numberless : |
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| But at the Center, Darkness is, and Hell ; |
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There wicked Spirits, and there the Damned dwell.
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| With me alas, quite contrary it fares ; |
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| Darkness and Death lies in my weeping eyes, |
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| Despair and Paleness in my face appears, |
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| And Grief, and Fear, Love's greatest Enemies ; |
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| But, like the Persian-Tyrant, Love within |
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Keeps his proud Court, and ne'er is seen.
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| Oh take my Heart, and by that means you'll prove |
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| Within too stor'd enough of Love : |
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| Give me but Yours, I'll by that change so thrive, |
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| That Love in all my parts shall live. |
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| So powerful is this change, it render can, |
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| My outside Woman, and your inside Man. |
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