| OH! for some honest Lovers ghost, | |
| Some kind unbodied post | |
| Sent from the shades below. | |
| I strangely long to know | |
| Whether the nobler Chaplets wear, | 5 |
| Those that their mistresse scorn did bear, | |
| Or those that were us'd kindly. | |
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| For what-so-e're they tell us here | |
| To make those sufferings dear, | |
| 'Twill there I fear be found, | 10 |
| That to the being crown'd, | |
| T' have lov'd alone will not suffice, | |
| Unlesse we also have been wise, | |
| And have our Loves enjoy'd. | |
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| What posture can we think him in, | 15 |
| That here unlov'd agen | |
| Departs, and 's thither gone | |
| Where each sits by his own? | |
| Or how can that Elizium be | |
| Where I my Mistresse still must see | 20 |
| Circled in others Armes? | |
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| For there the Judges all are just, | |
| And Sophonisba must | |
| Be his whom she held dear; | |
| Not his who lov'd her here: | 25 |
| The sweet Philoclea since she dy'de | |
| Lies by her Pirocles his side, | |
| Not by Amphialus. | |
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| Some Bayes (perchance) or Myrtle bough, | |
| For difference crowns the brow | 30 |
| Of those kind souls that were | |
| The noble Martyrs here; | |
| And if that be the onely odds | |
| (As who can tell) ye kinder Gods, | |
| Give me the Woman here. | 35 |
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