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First Line: Well, cruel mistress, though you're too unkind
Last Line: Icy disdain to thaw, nay, kindle love.
Subject(s): Love


I

WELL, cruel Mistress, though you're too unkind,
Since thus my banishment's by you design'd,
I go, but with you leave my heart behind.

II

A truer heart, I'm sure you never wore,
'Tis the best treasure of the blind God's store,
And, truly, you can justly ask no more.

III

Then blame me not, if curious to know,
I ask, on what fair limb you will bestow
The Token, that my zeal presents you now?

IV

I shall expect so great an interest
For such a gift, as t' have that Gem possest,
Not of your cabinet, but of your breast.

V

There fixed, 'twill glory in its blessed remove,
And flaming by degrees a vigil prove,
Icy disdain to thaw, nay, kindle love.





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