 | A Margarite of America |  |
[When as my pale to her pure lips vnited]
When as my pale to her pure lips vnited,
(Like new fallne snow vpon the morning rose)
Sucke out those sweets wherin my soule delited,
Good lord how soon dispersed were my woes!
(Like new fallne snow vpon the morning rose)
Sucke out those sweets wherin my soule delited,
Good lord how soon dispersed were my woes!
And from those gates whence comes that balmy breath
That makes the sunne to smile when he ariseth,
I drew a life subdewing neering death,
I suckt a sweete that euerie sweete compriseth.
That makes the sunne to smile when he ariseth,
I drew a life subdewing neering death,
I suckt a sweete that euerie sweete compriseth.
There tooke my soule his hand-fast to desire,
There chose my heart his paradise on earth,
There is the heauen whereto my hopes retire,
There pleasure bred, and thence was Cupids birth:
Such is their power that by a touch they seuer.
The heart from paines that liu'd in sorrowes euer.
There chose my heart his paradise on earth,
There is the heauen whereto my hopes retire,
There pleasure bred, and thence was Cupids birth:
Such is their power that by a touch they seuer.
The heart from paines that liu'd in sorrowes euer.
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