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Now what is Love, I pray thee, te… It is that fountain and that well Where pleasure and repentance dwel… It is, perhaps, the sauncing bell That tolls all into heaven or hell…
Give me my scallop shell of quiet, My staff of faith to walk upon, My scrip of joy, immortal diet, My bottle of salvation, My gown of glory, hope’s true gage…
Now Serena be not coy, Since we freely may enjoy Sweet embraces, such delights, As will shorten tedious nights. Think that beauty will not stay
Even such is time, which takes in… Our youth, our joys, and all we ha… And pays us but with age and dust, Who in the dark and silent grave When we have wandered all our ways
When I am safely laid away, Out of work and out of play, Sheltered by the kindly ground From the world of sight and sound, One or two of those I leave
Nature, that washed her hands in m… And had forgot to dry them, Instead of earth took snow and sil… At love’s request to try them, If she a mistress could compose
Our great work, the Otia Merseian… Edited by learned Mister Sampson, And supported by Professor Woodwa… Is financed by numerous Bogus Mee… Hastily convened by Kuno Meyer
WHAT is our life? The play of pa… Our mirth? The music of division: Our mothers’ wombs the tiring—hous… Where we are dressed for life’s sh… The earth the stage; Heaven the s…
Rise, O my soul! with thy desires… And with divinest contemplation us… Thy time, when time’s eternity is… And let vain thoughts no more thy… But down in darkness let them lie;
WRONG not, sweet empress of my h… The merit of true passion, With thinking that he feels no sma… That sues for no compassion. Silence in love bewrays more woe
I was a Poet! But I did not know it, Neither did my Mother, Nor my Sister nor my Brother. The Rich were not aware of it;
Go, soul, the body’s guest, Upon a thankless errand; Fear not to touch the best; The truth shall be thy warrant. Go, since I needs must die,
If all the world and love were you… And truth in every Shepherd’s ton… These pretty pleasures might me mo… To live with thee, and be thy love… Time drives the flocks from field…
IF all the world and love were yo… And truth in every shepherd’s tong… These pretty pleasures might me mo… To live with thee and be thy Love… But Time drives flocks from field…