Poem by Richard Lovelace

Upon the Curtain of Lucasta's Picture, It was Thus Wrought

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. 

1. The Scrutinie
2. Valiant Love
3. A Mock Song
4. A Loose Saraband
5. Courante Monsieur

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