Henry King, Bishop of Chichester (Генри Кинг, епископ Чичестерский)

The Boyes Answer To The Blackmoor

Black Maid, complain not that I fly,
When Fate commands Antipathy:
Prodigious might that union prove,
Where Night and Day together move,
And the conjunction of our lips
Not kisses make, but an Eclipse;
In which the mixed black and white
Portends more terrour than delight.
Yet if my shadow thou wilt be,
Enjoy thy dearest wish: But see
Thou take my shadowes property,
That hastes away when I come nigh:
Else stay till death hath blinded mee,
And then I will bequeath my self to thee.

1. Psalm I
2. To the Queen at Oxford
3. Sonnet. Tell me you stars that our affections move
4. Madam Gabrina, Or The Ill-Favourd Choice
5. Upon A Table-Book Presented To A Lady

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