In loving thou dost well, in passion not,Wherein true Love consists not; love refinesThe thoughts, and heart enlarges, hath his seatIn Reason, and is judicious, is the scaleBy which to heav'nly Love thou maist ascend,
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Not sunk in carnal pleasure, for which causeAmong the Beasts no Mate for thee was found.To whom thus half abash't Adam repli'd.Neither her out-side formd so fair, nor aughtIn procreation common to all kindes(Though higher of the genial Bed by far,And with mysterious reverence I deem)So much delights me, as those graceful acts,Those thousand decencies that daily flowFrom all her words and actions, mixt with Love
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And sweet compliance, which declare unfeign'dUnion of Mind, or in us both one Soule;Harmonie to behold in wedded pairMore grateful then harmonious sound to the eare.Yet these subject not; I to thee discloseWhat inward thence I feel, not therefore foild,Who meet with various objects, from the senseVariously representing; yet still freeApprove the best, and follow what I approve.To love thou blam'st me not, for love thou saist
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Leads up to Heav'n, is both the way and guide;Bear with me then, if lawful what I ask;Love not the heav'nly Spirits, and how thir LoveExpress they, by looks onely, or do they mixIrradiance, virtual or immediate touch?To whom the Angel with a smile that glow'dCelestial rosie red, Loves proper hue,Answer'd. Let it suffice thee that thou know'stUs happie, and without Love no happiness.Whatever pure thou in the body enjoy'st
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(And pure thou wert created) we enjoyIn eminence, and obstacle find noneOf membrane, joynt, or limb, exclusive barrs:Easier then Air with Air, if Spirits embrace,Total they mix, Union of Pure with PureDesiring; nor restrain'd conveyance needAs Flesh to mix with Flesh, or Soul with Soul.But I can now no more; the parting SunBeyond the Earths green Cape and verdant IslesHerperean sets, my Signal to depart.
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Be strong, live happie, and love, but first of allHim whom to love is to obey, and keepHis great command; take heed least Passion swayThy Judgement to do aught, which else free WillWould not admit; thine and of all thy SonsThe weal or woe in thee is plac't; beware.I in thy persevering shall rejoyce,And all the Blest: stand fast; to stand or fallFree in thine own Arbitrement it lies.Perfet within, no outward aid require;
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And all temptation to transgress repel.So saying, he arose; whom Adam thusFollow'd with benediction. Since to part,Go heavenly Guest, Ethereal Messenger,Sent from whose sovran goodness I adore.Gentle to me and affable hath beenThy condescension, and shall be honour'd everWith grateful Memorie: thou to mankind