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Richard Lovelace - Love Inthron`d. Ode
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                I.
Introth, I do my self perswade,
  That the wilde boy is grown a man,
And all his childishnesse off laid,
  E`re since LUCASTA did his fires fan;
    H` has left his apish jigs,
    And whipping hearts like gigs:
  For t` other day I heard him swear,
That beauty should be crown`d in honours chair.

                II.
With what a true and heavenly state
  He doth his glorious darts dispence,
Now cleans`d from falsehood, blood and hate,
  And newly tipt with innocence!
    Love Justice is become,
    And doth the cruel doome;
  Reversed is the old decree;
Behold! he sits inthron`d with majestie.

               III.
Inthroned in LUCASTA`S eye,
  He doth our faith and hearts survey;
Then measures them by sympathy,
  And each to th` others breast convey;
    Whilst to his altars now
    The frozen vestals bow,
  And strickt Diana too doth go
A-hunting with his fear`d, exchanged bow.

                IV.
Th` imbracing seas and ambient air
  Now in his holy fires burn;
Fish couple, birds and beasts in pair
  Do their own sacrifices turn.
    This is a miracle,
    That might religion swell;
  But she, that these and their god awes,
Her crowned self submits to her own laws.
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