| LOVE, brave Vertues younger Brother, | |
| Erst hath made my Heart a Mother, | |
| Shee consults the conscious Spheares, | |
| To calculate her young sons yeares. | |
| Shee askes if sad, or saving powers, | 5 |
| Gave Omen to his infant howers, | |
| Shee askes each starre that then stood by, | |
| If poore Love shall live or dy. | |
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| Ah my Heart, is that the way? | |
| Are these the Beames that rule thy Day? | 10 |
| Thou know'st a Face in whose each looke, | |
| Beauty layes ope Loves Fortune-booke; | |
| On whose faire revolutions wait | |
| The obsequious motions of Loves fate; | |
| Ah my Heart, her eyes and shee, | 15 |
| Have taught thee new Astrologie. | |
| How e're Loves native houres were set, | |
| What ever starry Synod met, | |
| 'Tis in the mercy of her eye, | |
| If poore Love shall live or dye. | 20 |
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| If those sharpe Rayes putting on | |
| Points of Death bid Love be gon, | |
| (Though the Heavens in counsell sate, | |
| To crowne an uncontrouled Fate, | |
| Though their best Aspects twin'd upon | 25 |
| The kindest Constellation, | |
| Cast amorous glances on his Birth, | |
| And whisper'd the confederate Earth | |
| To pave his pathes with all the good | |
| That warms the Bed of youth and blood;) | 30 |
| Love ha's no plea against her eye, | |
| Beauty frownes, and Love must dye. | |
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| But if her milder influence move, | |
| And gild the hopes of humble Love: | |
| (Though heavens inauspicious eye | 35 |
| Lay blacke on Loves Nativitie; | |
| Though every Diamond in Joves crowne | |
| Fixt his forehead to a frowne,) | |
| Her Eye a strong appeale can give, | |
| Beauty smiles and Love shall live. | 40 |
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| O if Love shall live, ô where, | |
| But in her Eye, or in her Eare, | |
| In her Brest, or in her Breath, | |
| Shall I hide poore Love from Death? | |
| For in the life ought else can give, | 45 |
| Love shall dye, although he live. | |
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| Or if Love shall dye, ô where, | |
| But in her Eye, or in her Eare, | |
| In her Breath, or in her Breast, | |
| Shall I Build his funerall Nest? | 50 |
| While Love shall thus entombed lye, | |
| Love shall live, although he dye. |
