Poems of Thomas Randolph
|1.||A Devout Lover||1/3/2003|
|2.||An Ode to Master Anthony Stafford to hasten Him into the Country||1/4/2003|
|3.||An Ode to Master Anthony Stafford, to Hasten him into the Country||12/31/2002|
|5.||On Six Cambridge Lasses Bathing Themselves||12/31/2002|
|6.||Upon His Picture||1/3/2003|
A Devout Lover
I have a mistress, for perfections rare
In every eye, but in my thoughts most fair.
Like tapers on the altar shine her eyes;
Her breath is the perfume of sacrifice;
And wheresoe'er my fancy would begin,
Still her perfection lets religion in.
We sit and talk, and kiss away the hours
As chastely as the morning dews kiss flowers:
I touch her, like my beads, with devout care,