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Poem by Richard Lovelace


A Paradox


I.

Tis true the beauteous Starre
To which I first did bow
Burnt quicker, brighter far,
Than that which leads me now;
Which shines with more delight,
For gazing on that light
So long, neere lost my sight.

II.

Through foul we follow faire,
For had the world one face,
And earth been bright as ayre,
We had knowne neither place.
Indians smell not their neast;
A Swisse or Finne tastes best
The spices of the East.

III.

So from the glorious Sunne
Who to his height hath got,
With what delight we runne
To some black cave or grot!
And, heav'nly Sydney you
Twice read, had rather view
Some odde romance so new.

IV.

The god, that constant keepes
Unto his deities,
Is poore in joyes, and sleepes
Imprison'd in the skies.
This knew the wisest, who
From Juno stole, below
To love a bear or cow. 



Richard Lovelace


Richard Lovelace's other poems:
  1. To Lucasta, I Laugh And Sing
  2. A Fly Caught In A Cobweb
  3. Upon the Curtain of Lucasta's Picture, It was Thus Wrought
  4. Cupid Far Gone
  5. The Vintage to the Dungeon


Poems of the other poets with the same name:

  • Edward Sill A Paradox ("HASTE, haste, O laggard!Чleave thy drowsy dreams")

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