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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,
Hence, all you vain delights, As short as are the nights Wherein you spend your folly: There’s nought in this life sweet, If man were wise to see’t,
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…
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,
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…
HENCE, all you vain delights, As short as are the nights Wherein you spend your folly! There 's naught in this life sweet… If men were wise to see’t,
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;
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
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,…
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
BEAUTY clear and fair, Where the air Rather like a perfume dwells; Where the violet and the rose Their blue veins and blush disc…
CYNTHIA, to thy power and thee We obey. Joy to this great company! And no day Come to steal this night away
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…
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,