Upon The Curtain Of Lucasta's Picture, It Was Thus Wrought

Richard Lovelace

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.

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• Richard Lovelace : To My Worthy Friend Mr. Peter Lilly: On That Excellent Picture Of His Majesty And The Duke Of York, Drawne By Him At Hampton- Court
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• Richard Lovelace : To My Dear Friend Mr. E[ldred] R[evett]. On His Poems Moral And Divine
• Richard Lovelace : To Lucasta. The Rose.
• Richard Lovelace : To Lucasta. Going To The Warres.
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