Courante Monsieur

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Title:     Courante Monsieur
Author: Richard Lovelace [More Titles by Lovelace]

Courante<1> Monsieur

That frown, Aminta, now hath drown'd
Thy bright front's pow'r, and crown'd
Me that was bound.
No, no, deceived cruel, no!
Love's fiery darts,
Till tipt with kisses, never kindle hearts.

Adieu, weak beauteous tyrant, see!
Thy angry flames meant me,<2>
Retort on thee:
For know, it is decreed, proud fair,
I ne'r must dye
By any scorching, but a melting, eye.

Notes:
<1> COURANTE was a favourite dance and dance-tune. It is still known under the same name.

<2> i.e. THAT meant me, which was intended for me.

[The end]
Richard Lovelace's poem: Courante Monsieur

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