Pharaphrase on John 21. 17. Elizabeth Rowe (née Singer) Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford
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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. R7317 A57734 Rowe, Elizabeth Singer, 1674-1737. Poems on several occasions. Written by Philomela. London Printed for John Dunton at the Raven in Jewen-street 1696 pp. 10-12. [24],72,69,[11]p.; 8⁰

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Pharaphrase on John 21. 17 . YEs , thou that knowest all , dost know I love thee , And that I set no Idol up above thee , To thy unerring censure I appael , And thou that knowest all things , sure canst tell , I Love thee more then Life or Interest , Nor hast thou any Rival in my Breast ; I Love thee so , that I would calmly bear ; The Mocks of Fools , and bless my happy Ear Let me from thee but one kind whisper hear ; I Love thee so , that for a smile of thine , Might this , and all the brighter Worlds be mine , I would not pause , but with a noble Scorn , At the unequal slighted offer spurn ; Yes , I to Fools these trifles can resign , Nor envy them the World , whilst thou art mine ; I love thee as my Centre , and can find No Point but thee to stay my doubtful mind ; Potent and uncontroul'd its Motions were , Till fixt in thee its only congruous Sphere . Urg'd with a thousand specious Baits , I stood , Displeas'd , and sighing for some distant good , To calm its genuine Dictates — but betwixt Them all , remain'd suspended and unfixt . I love thee so , 'tis more than Death to be , My Life , my Love , my all , depriv'd of thee ; 'Tis Hell , 'tis Horror , shades and darkness then , Till thou unveil'st thy Heavenly Face agen ; I Love thee so , I'de kiss the Dart should free My flatterring Soul , and send her up to thee ; O would'st thou break her Chain , with what delight She'd spread her Wings , and bid the world goodnight . Scarce for my bright conductors would I stay , But lead thy flaming Ministers the way , In their known passage to eternal day . And yet the Climes of Light would not seem fair , Unless I met my bright Redeemer there ; Unless I saw my Shining Saviours Face , And cop't all Heaven in his sweet embrace .