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Richard Lovelace - Valiant Love
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                    I.
Now fie upon that everlasting life!  I dye!
  She hates!  Ah me!  It makes me mad;
As if love fir`d his torch at a moist eye,
  Or with his joyes e`re crown`d the sad.
Oh, let me live and shout, when I fall on;
  Let me ev`n triumph in the first attempt!
  Loves duellist from conquest `s not exempt,
When his fair murdresse shall not gain one groan,
And he expire ev`n in ovation.

                    II.
Let me make my approach, when I lye downe
  With counter-wrought and travers eyes;
With peals of confidence batter the towne;
  Had ever beggar yet the keyes?
No, I will vary stormes with sun and winde;
  Be rough, and offer calme condition;
  March in and pread, or starve the garrison.
Let her make sallies hourely: yet I`le find
(Though all beat of) shee`s to be undermin`d.

                    III.
Then may it please your little excellence
  Of hearts t` ordaine, by sound of lips,
That henceforth none in tears dare love comence
  (Her thoughts ith` full, his, in th` eclipse);
On paine of having `s launce broke on her bed,
  That he be branded all free beauties` slave,
  And his own hollow eyes be domb`d his grave:
Since in your hoast that coward nere was fed,
Who to his prostrate ere was prostrated.
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