Friendship’s Mystery, To my Dearest Lucasia
Katherine Philips
1632 to 1664
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Come, my Lucasia, since we see
That Miracles Men's do move,
By wonder and by prodigy
To the angry world let’s prove
There’s a Religion in our Love.
For though we were design’d t’ agree,
That Fate liberty destroyes,
But our Election is as free
As Angels, who with greedy choice
Are yet determin’d to their joyes.
Our hearts are doubled by the loss,
Here Mixture Addition grown;
We both diffuse, and both ingross:
And whose minds are so much one,
Never, yet ever alone.
We court our own Captivity
Than Thrones more and innocent:
’Twere banishment to be set free,
Since wear fetters whose intent
Not Bondage is, but Ornament.
joyes are tedious found,
And griefs united easier grow:
are our selves but by rebound,
And all our shuffled so,
Both Princes, and both Subjects too.
Our are mutual Victims laid,
While they (such power in lies)
Are Altars, Priests, and Off’rings made:
And each which thus kindly dies,
Grows deathless by the Sacrifice.