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Friendship's Mystery

XVII. Friendship's Mystery, To my dearest Lucasia. Set by Mr. Henry Lawes.


Come, my Lucasia, since we see

That Miracles Mens faith do move,

By wonders and by prodigy

To the dull angry world let's prove

There's a Religion in our Love.


For though we were design'd t'agree,

That Fate no liberty destroyes,

But our Election is as free

As Angels, who with greedy choice

Are yet determin'd to their joyes.


Our hearts are doubled by the loss,

Here Mixture is Addition grown;

We both diffuse, and both ingross:

And we whose Minds are so much one,

Never, yet ever, are alone.


We count our own captivity

Than greatest thrones more innocent:

'Twere banishment to be set free,

Since we wear fetters whose intent

Not Bondage is, but Ornament.


Divided joyes are odious found,

And griefs united easier grow:

We are our selves but by rebound,

And all our Titles shuffled so,

Both Princes and both Subjects too.


Our Hearts are mutual Victims laid,

While they (such power in Friendship lies)

Are Altars, Priests, and Off'rings made:

And each Heart which thus kindly dies,

Grows deathless by the Sacrifice.




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