Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, ODE, by ABRAHAM COWLEY


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First Line: Here's to thee, dick; this whining love despise
Last Line: None double see like men in love.


1.

HEre's to thee, Dick; this whining Love despise;
Pledge me, my Friend, and 'till thou be'st wise.
It sparkles brighter far then she:
'Tis pure and right without deceite;
And such no woman ere will be:
No; they are all Sophisticate.

2.

With all thy servile pains what canst thou win,
But an ill-favour'd, and uncleanly Sin?
A thing so vile, and so short-liv'd,
That Venus' Joys as well as she
With Reason may be said to be
From the neglected Foam derived.

3.

Whom would that painted Toy, a Beauty, move,
Whom would it e'er persuade to court and love,
Could a woman's Heart have seen,
(But, Oh, no Light does thither come)
And view'd her perfectly within,
When he lay shut up in her womb?

4.

Follies they have so numberless in store,
That only he who loves them can have more.
Neither their sighs nor Tears are true;
Those idely blow, these idely fall,
Nothing like to ours at all.
But Sighes and Tears have Sexes too.

5.

Here's to thee again; thy senseless sorrows drown'd;
Let the Glass walk, 'till all things too go round;
Again; 'till these Two Lights be Four;
No error here can dangerous prove;
Thy Passion, Man, deceived thee more;
None Double see like Men in Love.





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