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Fool that I’d been! to shun my mistress’ qualities…

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Fool that I’d been! to shun my mistress’ qualities,

A proud eye marks no good in anything!

Yet in this fool’ry had I lain from fell calamities,

For nothing as my lady’s spell was found so menacing!

Be what be may, I side with underlings,

And join in arms to curb despotic kings;

Save that I prove most imposting turnjoy in this:

That I turn tail from Mutiny that my lady’s clout envies.

O true, slay’st my lady men with golded flashes of her glance,

And ween they give gramercy! for gloss of their death, sans grievance!

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I’ll palpate base fathoms of the flood with the little finger,

Measure out thousand leagues with but one stride o’er,

Blow out fires of swarth-faced heaven with one breathed contempt;

And make toys of impossibilities, where she urge the tempt!

She the high Cleopatra of my mind be,

Crown of all matters subordinate and Caesarly;

Thus have I my all and all of purpose tied to her;

Sever’d and lost, can bide the sulphurous earth no more!

‘Tis not the dullness of sleep, but fever of dreams,

That set us ‘wake, as knacker’d Night wake ‘neath moonbeams!

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E’en de’il-may-care fools to seek some proof of life ‘gin;

At their tail-end snaps something, and fools straight grow sick of dying!




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Sydney Chesterfield

Poet, Playwright, Philosopher, Humanitarian, mad lover of children and unflinching fighter for equality on all grounds viz. Women's rights, child rights, sine die.

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