Classic Poem

A Dialogue betweene

ARAPHILL and CASTARA. A RAPH .

Castara , you too fondly court
 The silken peace with which we cover'd are,
Vnquiet time may for his sport,
 Vp from its iron den rowse sleepy warre. Cast .

Then in the language of the drum,
 I will instruct my yet afrighted eare,
All woman shall in me be dumbe;
 If I but with my Araphill be there? A RAPH .

If Fate like an unfaithfull gale,
 Which having vow'd to th' ship a faire event,
Oth' sudden rends her hopefull saile;
 Blow ruine; will Castara then repent? Cast .

Love shall in that tempestuous showre
 Her brightest blossome like the blacke-thorne show:
Weake friendship prospers by the powre
 Of fortunes Sunne. I'le in her winter grow. A RAPH .

If on my skin the noysome skar
 I should oth' leprosie, or canker weare;
Or if the sulph'rous breath of warre
 Should blast my youth; Should I not be thy feare? Cast .

In flesh may sicknesse horror move,
 But heavenly zeale will be by it refin'd,
For then wee'd like two Angels love,
 Without a sense; imbrace each others mind. A RAPH .

Were it not impious to repine;
 'Gainst rigid Fate I should direct my breath.
That two must be, whom heaven did joyne
 In such a happy one, disjoyn'd by death. Cast .

That's no divource. Then shall we see
 The rites in life, were tipes o'th marriage state,
Our soules on earth contracted be;
 But they in heaven their nuptials consumate.
A Dialogue betweene

ARAPHILL and CASTARA. A RAPH .

Castara , you too fondly court
 The silken peace with which we cover'd are,
Vnquiet time may for his sport,
 Vp from its iron den rowse sleepy warre. Cast .

Then in the language of the drum,
 I will instruct my yet afrighted eare,
All woman shall in me be dumbe;
 If I but with my Araphill be there? A RAPH .

If Fate like an unfaithfull gale,
 Which having vow'd to th' ship a faire event,
Oth' sudden rends her hopefull saile;
 Blow ruine; will Castara then repent? Cast .

Love shall in that tempestuous showre
 Her brightest blossome like the blacke-thorne show:
Weake friendship prospers by the powre
 Of fortunes Sunne. I'le in her winter grow. A RAPH .

If on my skin the noysome skar
 I should oth' leprosie, or canker weare;
Or if the sulph'rous breath of warre
 Should blast my youth; Should I not be thy feare? Cast .

In flesh may sicknesse horror move,
 But heavenly zeale will be by it refin'd,
For then wee'd like two Angels love,
 Without a sense; imbrace each others mind. A RAPH .

Were it not impious to repine;
 'Gainst rigid Fate I should direct my breath.
That two must be, whom heaven did joyne
 In such a happy one, disjoyn'd by death. Cast .

That's no divource. Then shall we see
 The rites in life, were tipes o'th marriage state,
Our soules on earth contracted be;
 But they in heaven their nuptials consumate.