Laura. The Toyes of a Traveller. Or. The Feast of Fancie - Part 2, 31
Unto an Image may I right compare
My Mistres, since so cruell shee's to mee;
Which standeth for a signe or shadow faire,
To which the simple ignorant bow with knee:
And though with eyes, mouth, eares, and feet it show,
Yet dooth it neither see, talke, heare or goe.
So playes my Choyce, when I appeare in sight,
Nor see, nor speake, nor heare, nor stay she will,
So as an Idoll she resembleth right,
Blinde, mute, deafe, movelesse, senselesse standing still:
Then am not I worse than a livelesse Blocke,
To worship such a painted coloured Stocke?
My Mistres, since so cruell shee's to mee;
Which standeth for a signe or shadow faire,
To which the simple ignorant bow with knee:
And though with eyes, mouth, eares, and feet it show,
Yet dooth it neither see, talke, heare or goe.
So playes my Choyce, when I appeare in sight,
Nor see, nor speake, nor heare, nor stay she will,
So as an Idoll she resembleth right,
Blinde, mute, deafe, movelesse, senselesse standing still:
Then am not I worse than a livelesse Blocke,
To worship such a painted coloured Stocke?
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