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Through yon same bending plain, That flings his arms down to the m… And through these thick woods have… Whose bottom never kissed the sun Since the lusty spring began;
WEEP no more, nor sigh, nor groa… Sorrow calls no time that 's gone: Violets pluck’d, the sweetest rain Makes not fresh nor grow again. Trim thy locks, look cheerfully;
Oh, fair sweet goddess, queen of l… Soft and gentle as thy doves, Humble-eyed, and ever ruing Those poor hearts, their loves pur… Oh, thou mother of delights,
To give a stronger testimony of lo… Than sickly promises (which common… In princes find both birth and bur… In one breath), we have drawn you,… To make your fair endearments to o…
SING his praises that doth keep Our flocks from harm. Pan, the father of our sheep; And arm in arm Tread we softly in a round,
COME, Sleep, and with thy sweet… Lock me in delight awhile; Let some pleasing dreams beguile All my fancies; that from thence I may feel an influence
HEAR, ye ladies that despise What the mighty Love has done; Fear examples and be wise: Fair Callisto was a nun; Leda, sailing on the stream
Take, oh take those lips away, That so sweetly were forsworn, And those eyes, the break of day, Lights that do mislead the morn: But my kisses bring again,
DRINK to-day, and drown all sorr… You shall perhaps not do it tomorr… Best, while you have it, use your… There is no drinking after death. Wine works the heart up, wakes the…
Orpheus I am, come from the deeps… To thee, fond man, the plagues of… To the fair fields where loves ete… There’s none that come, but first… Hark, and beware! unless thou hast…
Care-charming Sleep, thou easer o… Brother to Death, sweetly thyself… On this afflicted prince; fall lik… In gentle showers; give nothing th… Or painful to his slumbers; easy,…
Orpheus with his lute made trees, And the mountain-tops that freeze, Bow themselves when he did sing: To his music plants and flowers Ever sprung; as sun and showers
It is late and cold; stir up the… Sit close, and draw the table nigh… Be merry, and drink wine that’s ol… A hearty medicine 'gainst a cold: Your beds of wanton down the best,
Oh, fair sweet face! oh, eyes, cel… Twin stars in heaven, that now ado… Oh, fruitful lips, where cherries… And damask cheeks, where all sweet… Oh, thou, from head to foot divine…
CYNTHIA, to thy power and thee We obey. Joy to this great company! And no day Come to steal this night away