I'de force it from that obscure Mine,
And then it like pure should shine.
A Dialogue betweene Hope and Feare.
| Feare. | Checke thy forward thoughts, and know Hymen onely joynes their hands; Who with even paces goe, Shee in gold, he rich in lands. |
| Hope. | But Castara's purer fire, When it meetes a noble flame: Shuns the smoke of such desire, Joynes with love, and burnes the same. |
| Feare. | Yet obedience must prevaile, They who o're her actions sway: Would have her in th' Ocean saile, And contemne thy narrow sea. |
| Hope. | Parents lawes must beare no weight When they happinesse prevent. And our sea is not so streight, But it roome hath for content. |
| Feare. | Thousand hearts as victims stand, At the Altar of her eyes. And will partiall she command, Onely thine for sacrifice? |
| Hope. | Thousand victims must returne; Shee the purest will designe: Choose Castara which shall burne, Choose the purest, that is, mine. |
To Cupid,
Upon a dimple in Castara's cheeke.
Nimble boy in thy warme flight,
What cold tyrant dimm'd thy sight?
Hadst thou eyes to see my faire,