Amanda A Sacrifice To an Unknown Goddesse, or, A Free-Will Offering Of a loving Heart to a Sweet-Heart. By N. H. [i.e. Nicholas Hookes] |
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To Amanda not drinking off her wine.
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To Amanda not drinking off her wine.
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Pish, modest tipler, to't agenMy sweetest joy,
The wine's not coy
As women are;
My Dearest puling, prethie then,
Prethie, My Faire,
Once more bedew those lips of thine,
Mend thy draught, and mend the wine.
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Since it hath tasted of thy lip,(Too quickly cloy'd)
How overjoy'd,
It cheerfully
Invites thee to another sip!
Me thinks I see
(The wine perfum'd by thee, my Faire,)
Bacchus himself is dabling there.
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Once more, dear soul, nay prethy trie;Bathe that cherrie
In the sherry;
The jocant wine,
Which sweetly smiles and courts thy eye,
As more divine.
Though thou take none to drink to me,
Takes pleasure to be drunk by thee.
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Nay, my Fair, off with't, off with't clean;Well I perceive
Why this you leave,
My love reveales,
And makes me guess what 'tis you mean,
Because at meales
My lips are kept from kissing thee,
Thou need'st must kisse the glasse to me.
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