Poems by Katherine Philips
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Soule of my soule! my Joy, my crown, my friend!
Come, my Ardelia, to this bowre,
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Whom does this stately Navy bring?
Content, the false World's best disguise,
WHat on Earth deserves our trust ?
Come, my Lucasia, since we see
If I could ever write a lasting verse,
I CANNOT hold, for though to write were rude,
Soule of my soule! my Joy, my crown, my friend!
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Adieu dear object of my Love's excess,
Twice forty months of Wedlock did I stay,
Wee falsely think it due unto our friends,
Had I ador'd the multitude, and thence
I Have examin'd and do find,
My dear Antenor now give o're,
We will not like those men our offerings pay
I did not live until this time
Forbear, bold youth; all 's heaven here,