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I.
Lucasta.
TELL me, ALEXIS, what this parting is,
That so like
dying is, but is not it?
Alexis.
It is a
swounding for a while from blisse,
'Till kind HOW DOE
YOU call's us from the fit.
Chorus.
If then
the spirits only stray, let mine
Fly to thy bosome,
and my soule to thine:
Thus in our native seate we
gladly give
Our right for one, where we can better
live.
II.
Lu. But ah, this ling'ring, murdring
farewel!
Death quickly wounds, and wounding cures the
ill.
Alex. It is the glory of a valiant lover,
Still to be dying, still for to recover.
Cho.
Soldiers suspected of their courage goe,
That
ensignes and their breasts untorne show:
Love nee're
his standard, when his hoste he sets,
Creates alone
fresh-bleeding bannerets.
III.
Alex. But part
we, when thy figure I retaine
Still in my heart,
still strongly in mine eye?
Lu. Shadowes no longer
than the sun remaine,
But his beams, that made 'em,
fly, they fly.
Cho. Vaine dreames of love! that only
so much blisse
Allow us, as to know our wretchednesse;
And deale a larger measure in our paine
By showing
joy, then hiding it againe.
IV.
Alex. No,
whilst light raigns, LUCASTA still rules here,
And
all the night shines wholy in this sphere.
Lu. I know
no morne but my ALEXIS ray,
To my dark thoughts the
breaking of the day.
Chorus.
Alex. So in each
other if the pitying sun
Thus keep us fixt, nere may
his course be run!
Lu. And oh! if night us undivided
make;
Let us sleepe still, and sleeping never wake!
The close.
Cruel ADIEUS may well adjourne awhile
The sessions of a looke, a kisse, or smile,
And leave
behinde an angry grieving blush;
But time nor fate
can part us joyned thus.
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