Living
Tantó dulcius
From Minerva Britanna (1612)
THE mortall strifes that often doe befall,
Twixt louing Bretheren, or the private frend,
Doe proue (we say) the deadliest of all:
Yet if compos'd by concord, in the end
They relish sweeter, by how much the more,
The Iarres were harsh, and discordant before.
How oft hereof the Image I admire,
In thee sweete MVSICK, Natures chast delight,
The Banquets frend, and Ladie of the Quire;
Phisition to the melancholly spright:
Mild Nurse of Pietie, ill vices foe;
Our Passions Queene, and Soule of ALL below.
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Peacham, Henry. “Tantó dulcius.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/peacham/199/.
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Peacham, Henry. “Tantó dulcius.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/peacham/199/.
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