TO HIS COY LOVE
by: Michael Drayton (1563-1631)
- PRAY thee, leave, love me no
more,
- Call home the heart you gave me!
- I but in vain that saint adore
- That can but will not save me.
- These poor half-kisses kill me quite--
- Was ever man thus servèd?
- Amidst an ocean of delight
- For pleasure to be starvèd?
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- Show me no more those snowy breasts
- With azure riverets branchèd,
- Where, whilst mine eye with plenty feasts,
- Yet is my thirst not stanchèd;
- O Tantalus, thy pains ne'er tell!
- By me thou art prevented:
- 'Tis nothing to be plagued in Hell,
- But thus in Heaven tormented.
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- Clip me no more in those dear arms,
- Nor thy life's comfort call me,
- O these are but too powerful charms,
- And do but more enthral me!
- But see how patient I am grown
- In all this coil about thee:
- Come, nice thing, let my heart alone,
- I cannot live without thee!
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