The God of Love, if such a thing there be, May learn to love from me, He who does boast that he has bin, In every Heart since Adams sin, I’ll lay my Life, nay Mistress on’t, that’s more; I’ll teach him things he never knew before; I’ll teach him a receipt to make Words that weep, and Tears that speak, I’ll teach him Sighs, like those in death, At which the Souls go out too with the breath; Still the Soul stays, yet still does from me run; As Light and Heat does with the Sun...
Posted on: Thu, 20 Jun 2013 08:54:50 +0000