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The Lure.
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Farewell, nay prethee turn again,Rather then loose thee, I'le arraigne
My self before thee, thou (most fair) shall be
Thy self the Judge,
I'le never grudge
A law ordain'd by thee.
2
Pray do but see, how every RoseA sanguine visage doth disclose,
O see what Aromatick gusts they breath,
Come here, we'le sit
And learn to knit
Them up into a wreath.
3
With that wreath Crowned shalt thou be,Not grac't by it, but it by thee,
Then shall the fawning Zephirs wait to heare
What thou shalt say,
And softly play,
While new's to me they beare.
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4
See how they revelling appearWithin the windings of thy hair,
See how they steal the choycest odors from
The balmy spring,
That they may bring
Them to thee, when they come.
5
Look how the Daffidills ariseCheer'd by the influence of thine eyes,
And others emulating them deny
They cannot strain
To bloom again,
Where such strong beams do fly.
6
Be not ungratefull, but lie downSince for thy sake so brisk they're grown,
And such a Downy carpet have bespred,
That pure delight
Is freshly dight
And trickt in white and red.
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7
Be Conquerd by such charms there shallNot alwayes such enticements fall,
What know we whether that rich spring of light
Will stanch his streams
Of Golden beams,
Ere the approach of Night.
8
How know we whether't shall not beThe last to either thee or me,
He can at will his ancient brightnesse gain,
But thou and I
When we shall die
Shall still in dust remain,
9
Come prethee come wee'l now essayTo piece the scantnesse of the day,
Wee'l pluck the wheels from th'Chariot of the sun
That he may give
Us time to live
Till that our scene be done;
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10
W' are in the blossome of our age,Let us dance o're, not tread the stage,
Though fear and sorrow strive to pull us back,
And still present
Doubts of content,
They shall not make us slack:
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Wee'l suffer viperous thoughts and caresTo follow after silver hairs,
Let's not anticipate them long before,
When they begin
To enter in
Each Minute they'l grow more,
12
No, no, Romira see this brookHow 't would its posting course revoke
Ere it shall in the Ocean mingled lie,
And what I pray
May cause this stay?
But to attest our joy;
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13
Far be't from lust, such wildfire ne'reShall dare to lurk or kindle here,
Diviner flames shall in our fancies roule,
Which not depresse
To earthlinesse,
But elevate the Soul.
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Then shall aggrandiz'd love confesseThat souls can mingle substances,
That hearts can eas'ly counter-changed be,
Or at the least
Can alter breasts,
When breasts themselves agree.
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