ELINDA'S GLOVE by RICHARD LOVELACE

THOU snowy farm with thy five tenements!
Tell thy white mistress here was one
That call'd to pay his daily rents;
But she a-gathering flow'rs and hearts is gone,
And thou left void to rude possession.

But grieve not, pretty ermine cabinet,
Thy alabaster lady will come home;
If not, what tenant can there fit
The slender turnings of thy narrow room,
But must ejected be by his own doom?

Then give me leave to leave my rent with thee:
Five kisses, one unto a place;
For though the lute's too high for me,
Yet servants knowing minikin nor base
Are still allow'd to fiddle with the case.

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