Esther M. Zimmer Lederberg
William Drummond of Hawthornden Madregall a
When as shee smiles I finde
More light before mine Eyes,
Nor when the sunne from Inde
Brings to our World a flowrie Paradise:
But when shee gently weepes,
And powres foorth pearlie Showres,
On Cheeks faire blushing Flowres,
A sweet Melancholie my Senses keepes.
Both feed so my Disease,
So much both doe me please,
That oft I doubt, which more my Heart doth burne,
Like Love to see her smile, or Pitie mourne.
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