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Thus as we pass the welcome night
In sportful pleasures and delight,
The nimble fairies on the grounds
Shall dance and sing melodious sounds.
If these may serve for to intice,
Your presence to love's paradise;
Then come with me, and be my dear,
And we will strait begin the year.

Take, O! take those lips away,

That so sweetly were forsworn;
And those eyes, the break of day,
Lights which do mislead the morn.

But my kisses bring again,
Seals of love, tho' seal'd in vain.

Hide, O! hide those hills of snow,
Which thy frozen bosom bears,
On whose tops the pinks that grow,
Are of those that April wears.

But my poor heart first set free,
Bound in those icy chains by thee.

Let the bird of lowest lay,
On the fole Arabian tree,
Herald fad, and trumpet be,
To whose found chaste wings obey,
But thou shrieking harbinger,
Foul procurer of the fiend,
Augur of the fever's end,
To this troop come thou not near.

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From this feflion interdict
Every fowl of tyrant wing,
Save the eagle feather'd king.
Keep the obsequy so strict;
Let the priest in surplice white,
That defunctive mufick ken,
Be the death-divining swan.
Left the requiem lack his right.
And thou treble-dated crow,
That thy fable gender mak't,
With the breath thou giv'it and tak'lt,
'Mongst our mourners Thalt thou

Here the anthem doth commence,
Love and constancy is dead,
Phænix and the turtle fled
In a mutual flame from hence.
So they loved as love in twain
Had the essence but in one;
Two distincts but in none;
Number there in love was slain :
Hearts remote, yet not afunder,
Distance, and no space was seen
'Twixt thy turtle and his queen,
But in them it were a wonder.
So between them love did shine,
That the turtle saw his right
Flaming in the phenix sight,
Either was the other's mine.
Property was thus appalled,
That the self was not the same,
Single natures, double name,
Neither two nor one was called.
Reason in itself confounded,
Saw division grow together,

To themselves yet either neither,
Simple were so well compounded,
That it cried how true a twain
Seemeth this concordant one,
Love hath reason, realon none,
If what parts can so remain.
Whereupon it made this threne
To the phoenix and the dove,
Co-supremes and stars of love,
As chorus to their tragic scene.


Beauty, truth and rarity,
Grace in all simplicity,
Hence inclosed, in cynders lie:
Death is now the phoenix neft,
And the turtle's loyal breast
To eternity doth rest;
Leaving no pofterity,
'Twas not their infirmity,
It was married chastity.
Truth may seem, but cannot be;
Beauty brag, but 'tis not fhe;
Truth and beauty buried be.
To this urn let those repair,
That are either true or fair;
For these dead birds figh a prayer.

Why should this desart be,

For it is unpeopled ? No, Tongue I'll hang on every tree,

That shall civil sayings show.

R Some how brief the life of man

Runs his erring pilgrimage, That the stretching of a span Buckles in his sum of

age. Some of violated vows

'Twixt the souls of friend and friend, But upon the faireft boughs,

Or at every sentence' end Will I Rosalinda write;

Teaching all that read to know, The quintessence of every sprite,

Heaven would in little show. Therefore heaven nature charg'd,

That one body should be fill'd With all graces wide enlarg'd;

Nature presently distillid Helen's cheek, but not her heart,

Cleopatra's majesty ; Atalanta's better part,

Sad Lucretia's modesty. Thus Rosalind of many parts,

By heavenly fynods was devis’d, Of many faces, eyes and hearts,

To have the touches dearest priz’d. Heaven would these gifts she should have,

And I to live and die her slave.

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