Oh, stay that covetous hand; first turn all eye,
All depth and minde; then mystically spye
Her soul's faire picture, her faire soul's, in all
So truely copied from th' originall,
That you will sweare her body by this law
Is but its shadow, as this, its;--now draw.
More verses by Richard Lovelace
- Out Of The Anthologie
- Theophile Being Deny'D His Addresses To King James, Turned The Affront To His Own Glory In This Epigram
- Calling Lucasta From Her Retirement. Ode
- To Lucasta
- Advice To My Best Brother, Coll: Francis Lovelace.
