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Love But One.
LOVE BUT ONE .
ATTRIBUTED TO SIR JOHN SUCKLING . I . See those two little brooks that slowl y creep In snaky writhings through the plains ; I knew them once one river swift and deep , Blessing and blest by poets' strains .
II . Then touched with awe we thought some god did pour Those floods out of his sacred jar , Transforming every weed into a flower , Aid every flower into a star . ni .
But since it broke itself and double g lides , The naked banks no dress have worn ; And yon dry barren mountain now divides Those valleys which lost glories mourn . IV . Such , Clitoris , is thy love , which , while it ran Confined within a single stream , Eired every tuneful son of mighty Pan , And thou wert mine ancl all men ' s them ' e .
v . But when imparted to one lover more , It in two streams did faintly creep ; The shepherds' common muse grew low and poor , And mine as lean as these my sheep .
A Song.
A SONG .
BY TIIE EARL OP ROCHESTER . Too late , alas ! I must confess You need no arts to move me ; Such charms by nature you possess , 'Twere madness not to love ye . Then spare a heart you may surprise , And give my tongue the glory To boast , tho' my unfaithful eyes Betray a kinder story .
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
Love But One.
LOVE BUT ONE .
ATTRIBUTED TO SIR JOHN SUCKLING . I . See those two little brooks that slowl y creep In snaky writhings through the plains ; I knew them once one river swift and deep , Blessing and blest by poets' strains .
II . Then touched with awe we thought some god did pour Those floods out of his sacred jar , Transforming every weed into a flower , Aid every flower into a star . ni .
But since it broke itself and double g lides , The naked banks no dress have worn ; And yon dry barren mountain now divides Those valleys which lost glories mourn . IV . Such , Clitoris , is thy love , which , while it ran Confined within a single stream , Eired every tuneful son of mighty Pan , And thou wert mine ancl all men ' s them ' e .
v . But when imparted to one lover more , It in two streams did faintly creep ; The shepherds' common muse grew low and poor , And mine as lean as these my sheep .
A Song.
A SONG .
BY TIIE EARL OP ROCHESTER . Too late , alas ! I must confess You need no arts to move me ; Such charms by nature you possess , 'Twere madness not to love ye . Then spare a heart you may surprise , And give my tongue the glory To boast , tho' my unfaithful eyes Betray a kinder story .