Here sleeps the Queen, this is the royall bed

Here sleeps THE Queen; this is the royall bed.
O'th' Damask Rose, sprung from the white and red,
Whose sweet perfume fills the all-filling aire,
This Rose is withered, once so lovely faire,
On neither tree did grow such Rose before,
The greater was our gain, our losse the more.

The Legend of Maitreyi

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Unto her, his well-beloved, —
Maitreyi his pious wife, —
Spake the saintly Yajna-valkya,
When he took to forest life.
" Worldly wealth and every object
Now I leave behind, my fair,
Katyayani takes her portion,
Thou, Maitreyi, take thy share. "

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" Worldly wealth and precious objects, "
Asked the pious-hearted wife,
" Will they lead to my salvation,

If it be shame to love a pretty woman

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If it be shame to love a pretty woman,
  Then shameful loving is a pretty thing.
And of all things the most divinely human
  Is this:—Love purifies life's Fountain Spring;
And he who has not quaffed that fount is no man—
  I'd rather be a lover than a king.
And then, preach as we will or may, we'll find
That Cupid, dear young god, is sometimes blind.

Aurora and Tithonus

(T ROADES , A NTISTROPHE , 853)

Love , Love, who once didst pass the Dardan portals,
Because of Heavenly passion!
Who once didst lift up Troy in exultation,
To mingle in thy bond the high Immortals! —
Love, turned from his own name
To Zeus's shame,
Can help no more at all.
And Eos' self, the fair, white-steeded Morning, —
Her light which blesses other lands, returning,
Has changed to a gloomy pall!
She looked across the land with eyes of amber, —
She saw the city's fall, —

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