Wonder not Cynthia, thou who art
Thy selfe a wonder, whose each part
Kindles so many amorous flames,
That Love wants numbers, Beauty names,
If I that with so much respect,
Honour, admire, love, and affect
Thy graces, as no soul can more,
Yet willing starve in midst of store,
When as by tying Hymens knot,
All thy perfections may be got:
And I to those high pleasures rais’d,
As to enjoy all I have prais’d:
Know Cynthia, that Loves purest fire,
Burnes not in act, but in desire:
Which while it lasts thou mayst be sure,
My love unsatisfied is pure:
Thou doest not know, if I enjoy’d
Thy beauties, if I might be cloy’d:
More, all the while I nought enjoy,
I do not care if thou be coy:
Nor, if that lying by my side,
Thy virgin Cystern be untide:
For Cynthia thou it true shalt prove,
Hymen not makes, but seales our love.
(Francis Kynaston)
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