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* * * If love be holy, if that mystery O co-united hearts be sacrament; If the unbounded goodness have infused A sacred ardour of a mutual love Into our species; if those amorous joys, Those sweets of life, those comforts even in death, Spring from a cause above our reason's reach; If that clear flame deduce its heat from heaven, 'Tis, like its cause, eternal; always one, As in th' instiller of divinest love, Unchanged by time, immortal, maugre death. But, oh! 'tis grown a figment; love, a jest: A comic poesy: the soul of man is rotten, Even to the core, no sound affection. Our love is hollow, vaulted, stands on props Of circumstance, profit, or ambitious passes. John Marston's other poems:
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