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FRANCIS QUARLES1

1592-1644

284                                           A Divine Rapture

EEN like two little bank-dividing brooks,
   That wash the pebbles with their wanton streams,
And having ranged and searchd a thousand nooks,
   Meet both at length in silver-breasted Thames,
    Where in a greater current they conjoin:
So I my Best-belovàds am; so He is mine.
Een so we met; and after long pursuit,
   Een so we joined; we both became entire;
No need for either to renew a suit,
   For I was flax, and He was flames of fire:
    Our firm-united souls did more than twine;
So I my Best-belovàds am; so He is mine.
If all those glittering Monarchs, that command
   The servile quarters of this earthly ball,
Should tender in exchange their shares of land,
   I would not change my fortunes for them all:
    Their wealth is but a counter to my coin:
The worlds but theirs; but my Belovàds mine.

1 See Rochester, p. 492.

285                                                  Epigram

Respice Finem

MY soul, sit thou a patient looker-on;
Judge not the play before the play is done:
Her plot hath many changes; every day
Speaks a new scene; the last act crowns the play.

 

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