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 RICHARD CRASHAW

A well-tamed Heart,

For whose more noble smart

Love may be long choosing a dart.

Eyes, that bestow

Full quivers on love's bow,

Yet pay less arrows than they owe.

Smiles, that can warm

The blood, yet teach a charm,

That chastity shall take no harm.

Blushes, that bin

The burnish of no sin,

Nor flames of aught too hot within.

Joys, that confess

Virtue their mistress,

And have no other head to dress.

Fears, fond and slight

As the coy bride's, when night

First does the longing lover right.

Days, that need borrow

No part of their good-morrow

From a fore-spent night of sorrow.

Days, that in spite

Of darkness, by the light

Of a clear mind, arc day all night.

Nights, sweet as they, Made short by lovers* play, Yet long by th* absence of the day.

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