Leitura Matinal - 6

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Sir William Davenant e o seu

The Philosopher and the Lover: to
a Mistress dying

LOVER
Your Beauty, ripe and calm, and fresh,
As Eastern Summers are,
Must now, forsaking Time and Flesh,
Add light to some small Star.

PHILOSOPHER
Whilst she yet lives, were Stars decay`d
Their light by hers, relief might find:
But Death will lead her to a shade
Where Love is cold, and Beauty blinde.

LOVER
Lovers (whose Priests all Poets are)
Think ev`ry Mistress, when she dies,
Is chang`d at least into a Starr:
And who dares doubt the Poets wise?

PHILOSOPHER
But ask not Bodies doom`d to die,
To what abode they go;
Since Knowledge is but sorrows Spy,
It is not safe to know.