To Lucasta, by Richard Lovelace

Richard Lovelace

To Lucasta

I laugh and sing, but cannot tell

Whether the folly on’t sounds well;

But then I groan,

Methinks, in tune;

Whilst grief, despair and fear dance to the air

Of my despised prayer.

II.

A pretty antick love does this,

Then strikes a galliard with a kiss;

As in the end

The chords they rend;

So you but with a touch from your fair hand

Turn all to saraband.

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