JOHN MILTON

And all that band them to resist

His uncontroulable intent.

His servants he with new acquist

Of true experience from this great event

With peace and consolation hath dismist,

And calm of mind all passion spent.

��SIR JOHN SUCKLING

A "Doubt of Martyrdom

FOR some honest lover's ghost, Some kind unbodied post Sent from the shades below! I strangely long to know Whether the noble chaplets wear Those that their mistress* scorn did bear Or those that were used kindly.

For whatsoe'er they tell us here To make those sufferings dear,

'Twill there, I fear, be found

That to the being crown'd T' have loved alone will not suffice, Unless we also have been wise

And have our loves enjoy 'd.

What posture can we think him in That, here unloved, again

Departs, and 's thither gone

Where each sits by his own ? Or how can that Elysium be Where I my mistress still must see

Circled in other's arms ?

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