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## Contents
The text of "# A LOVERS" consists of several stanzas of poetry. The poem explores themes of love, desire, and the power of affection. It uses metaphorical language, such as comparing love to an ocean and describing its ability to overcome obstacles like "precepts," "wealth," "filial! feare, lawe, kindred fame." The passage also speaks of the emotional impact of love, with "broken bosoms" and "bleeding groanes" that "pine."
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- # A LOVERS
The accident which brought me to her cie,
Vpon the moment did her force fubdewe,
And now she would the caged cloister flies
Religious loue put out religions eye:
Not to be tempted would she be enur’d,
And now to tempt all liberty procure.
How mightie then you are, Oh heare me tell,
The broken bosoms that to me belong.
Haue emptied all their fountaines in my well:
And mine I powre your Ocean all amonge:
I strong ore them and you ore me being strong,
Muft for your victorie vs all congest,
As compound loue to phifick your cold breft.
My parts had powre to charme a sacred Sunne,
Who disciplin’d I dieted in grace,
Beleeu’d her cies, when they t’ effalle begun,
All vowes and confecrations giving place:
O moft potentiall loue, vowe, bond, nor space
In thee hath neither sting, knot, nor confine
For thou art all and all things els are thine.
When thou impreffeft what are precepts worth
Of ftale example? when thou wilt inflame,
How coldly thofe impediments ftand forth
Of wealth of fillial! feare, lawe, kindred fame,
Loues armes are peace, gainft rule, gainft fence, gainft
And sweetens in the suffring pangues it beares,
The *Alloes* of all forces, shockes and feares.
Now all these hearts that doe on mine depend,
Feeling it break, with bleeding groanes they pine,
And supplicant their figues to you extend
To lease the battrie that you make gainft mine,
Lending soft audience, to my sweet defigne,
And
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