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5o Songs Compleat,
Since love hath in thine, and mine Eye,
Kindled a holy flame,
What pity 'twere to let it die,
What sin to quench the same ?
The stars that seem extinct by day,
Disclose their flames at night,
And in a sable sense convey,
Their loves in beams of light.
So when the jealous Eye, and Ear,
Are shut or turn'd aside,
Our Tongues, our Eyes, may talk sans fear
Of being heard or spy'd.
What tho' our bodies cannot meet,
Love's fuel's more divine ;
The fixt stars by their twinkling greet,
And yet they never joyn.
False Meteors that do change their place,
Tho' they shine fair and bright ;
Yet when they covet to embrace,
Fall down and lose their light.
Thus while we shall preserve from waste,
The flame of our desire,
No Vestal shall maintain more chaste,
Or more immortal fire.
If thou perceive thy flame decay,
Come light thine eyes at mine ;
And when I feel mine waste away,
I'll take new fire from thine.