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On his Mistress, the Queen of Bohemia

by Sir Henry Wotton

0.3564 − 0.4805i

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To a Lady, Asking Him How Long He Would Love Her

by Sir George Etherege

0.3279 − 0.4472i

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On his Mistress, the Queen of Bohemia

by Sir Henry Wotton

You meaner beauties of the night,
That poorly satisfy our eyes,
More by your number, than your light,
You common people of the skies;
  What are you when the moon shall rise?

You curious chanters of the wood,
That warble forth Dame Nature's lays,
Thinking your passions understood
By your weak accents; what's your praise,
  When Philomel her voice shall raise?

You violets that first appear,
By your pure purple mantles known,
Like the proud virgins of the year,
As if the spring were all your own;
  What are you when the rose is blown?

So, when my mistress shall be seen
In form and beauty of her mind,
By virtue first, then choice, a Queen,
Tell me if she were not design'd
  Th' eclipse and glory of her kind?

To a Lady, Asking Him How Long He Would Love Her

by Sir George Etherege

Cloris, it is not in our power
To say how long our love will last,
It may be we within this hour
May lose those joys we now may taste;
The blessed that immortal be
From change in love are only free.

And though you now immortal seem
(Such is the exactness of your frame),
Those that your beauty so esteem
Will find it cannot last the same;
Love from your eyes has stolen my fire,
As apt to waste and to expire.

Then since we mortal lovers are,
Let's question not how long 'twill last,
But while we love let us take care
Each minute be with pleasure past;
It were a madness to deny
To live because we're sure to die.

Fear not, though love and beauty fail,
My reason shall my heart direct,
Your kindness now will then prevail
And passion turn into respect;
Cloris, at worst you'll in the end
But change your lover for a friend.

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