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Richard Lovelace - Lucasta`s Fanne, With A Looking- Glasse In It
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                    I.
Eastrich! thou featherd foole, and easie prey,
  That larger sailes to thy broad vessell needst;
Snakes through thy guttur-neck hisse all the day,
  Then on thy iron messe at supper feedst.

                    II.
O what a glorious transmigration
  From this to so divine an edifice
Hast thou straight made! heere from a winged stone
  Transform`d into a bird of paradice!

                    III.
Now doe thy plumes for hiew and luster vie
  With th` arch of heav`n that triumphs or`e past wet,
And in a rich enamel`d pinion lye
  With saphyres, amethists and opalls set.

                    IV.
Sometime they wing her side,  strive to drown
  The day`s eyes piercing beames, whose am`rous heat
Sollicites still, `till with this shield of downe
  From her brave face his glowing fires are beat.

                    V.
But whilst a plumy curtaine she doth draw,
  A chrystall mirror sparkles in thy breast,
In which her fresh aspect when as she saw,
  And then her foe retired to the west.

                    VI.
Deare engine, that oth` sun got`st me the day,
  `Spite of his hot assaults mad`st him retreat!
No wind (said she) dare with thee henceforth play
  But mine own breath to coole the tyrants heat.

                    VII.
My lively shade thou ever shalt retaine
  In thy inclosed feather-framed glasse,
And but unto our selves to all remaine
  Invisible, thou feature of this face!

                    VIII.
So said, her sad swaine over-heard and cried:
  Yee Gods! for faith unstaind this a reward!
Feathers and glasse t`outweigh my vertue tryed!
  Ah! show their empty strength! the gods accord.

                    IX.
Now fall`n the brittle favourite lyes and burst!
  Amas`d LUCASTA weepes, repents and flies
To her ALEXIS, vowes her selfe acurst,
  If hence she dresse her selfe but in his eyes.
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