William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Restoration Verse. 1910.
The Forsaken MaidWilliam Hammond (fl. 1655)
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The winds to vary, the coy bee to range:
You that despise the conquest of a town,
Rendered without resistance of one frown.
Is my prone love’s too prodigal expense
Rewarded with disdain? Did ever dart
Rebound from such a penetrable heart?
Myself to single life I will confine,
Revenge thy votaress; for unto thee
The ruling ocean bends his azure knee.
Grant such an Adria, whose swelling tide,
And stormy tongue, may his false vessel wrack,
And make the cordage of his heart to crack.