John Cutts, Lord Cutts. 1661-1707
421. Song
1 min to read 72 words
ONLY tell her that I love: Leave the rest to her and Fate: Some kind planet from above May perhaps her pity move: Lovers on their stars must wait.— Only tell her that I love!
Why, O why should I despair! Mercy 's pictured in her eye: If she once vouchsafe to hear, Welcome Hope and farewell Fear! She 's too good to let me die.— Why, O why should I despair?
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Matthew Prior. 1664-1721
422. The Question to Lisetta
1 min to read 195 words
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