Classic Poem

A Dialogue betweene HOPE and FEARE. Feare ,

Checke thy forward thoughts and know
Hymen onely joynes their hands;
Who with even paces goe,
Shee in gold, he rich in lands. H OPE .

But Castara's purer fire,
When it meets a noble flame:
Shuns the smoke of such desire,
Ioynes with love, and burnes the same. Feare .

Yet obedience must prevaile,
They who o're her actions sway:
Would have her in th' Ocean saile,
And contemne thy narrow sea. H OPE .

Parents lawes must beare no weight
When they happinesse prevent.
And our sea is not so streight,
But it roome hath for content. Feare .

Thousand hearts as victims stand,
At the Altar of her eyes.
And will partiall she command,
Onely thine for sacrifice? H OPE .

Thousand victims must returne;
Shee the purest will designe:
Choose Castara which shall burne,
Choose the purest, that is, mine.

A Dialogue betweene HOPE and FEARE. Feare ,

Checke thy forward thoughts and know
Hymen onely joynes their hands;
Who with even paces goe,
Shee in gold, he rich in lands. H OPE .

But Castara's purer fire,
When it meets a noble flame:
Shuns the smoke of such desire,
Ioynes with love, and burnes the same. Feare .

Yet obedience must prevaile,
They who o're her actions sway:
Would have her in th' Ocean saile,
And contemne thy narrow sea. H OPE .

Parents lawes must beare no weight
When they happinesse prevent.
And our sea is not so streight,
But it roome hath for content. Feare .

Thousand hearts as victims stand,
At the Altar of her eyes.
And will partiall she command,
Onely thine for sacrifice? H OPE .

Thousand victims must returne;
Shee the purest will designe:
Choose Castara which shall burne,
Choose the purest, that is, mine.