Soule of my soule! my Joy, my crown, my friend!
Katherine Philips
Come, my Ardelia, to this bowre,
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,
We will not like those men our offerings pay
Forbear, bold youth; all 's heaven here,