Friendship’s Mystery, To my Dearest Lucasia

  1

Come, my Lucasia, since we see
 That Miracles Mens faith do move,
By wonder and by prodigy
 To the dull angry world let’s prove
 There’s a Religion in our Love.

  2

For though we were design’d t’ agree,
 That Fate no liberty destroyes,
But our Election is as free
 As Angels, who with greedy choice
 Are yet determin’d to their joyes.

  3

Our hearts are doubled by the loss,
 Here Mixture is Addition grown ;
We both diffuse, and both ingross :
 And we whose minds are so much one,
 Never, yet ever are alone.

  4

We court our own Captivity
 Than Thrones more great and innocent :
’Twere banishment to be set free,
 Since we wear fetters whose intent
 Not Bondage is, but Ornament.

  5

Divided joyes are tedious found,
 And griefs united easier grow :
We are our selves but by rebound,
 And all our Titles shuffled so,
 Both Princes, and both Subjects too.

  6

Our Hearts are mutual Victims laid,
 While they (such power in Friendship lies)
Are Altars, Priests, and Off’rings made :
 And each Heart which thus kindly dies,
 Grows deathless by the Sacrifice.