Latine Songs With their English: and Poems. By Henry Bold ... Collected and perfected by Captain William Bold |
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SONG XXXVIII. |
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SONG XXXVIII.
I
My Dearest sweet ly down by me,With thine Enamell'd ckeek to mine,
While I my Soul breath into thee,
And every kiss returns me thine.
II
Our Bodies we'l in Pleasures lull,And active Dalliances prove;
For why? th' face is not more full,
Of Beauty than I am of Love.
III
My willing Armes and Thighs shall clip,And Ivy-like thy limbs entwine,
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A sure restoring Medicine.
IV
And in the Respites of our sport,Thou shalt be-pearl thy Diamond Eye
Cause Nature made her sweet so short,
And shame me to a fresh supply.
V
My busy hand and lips shall rove,O're all the sweets thy beauties wear
And in thine Hony-suckle-grove,
I'le distill what I gather'd there,
VI
Thy bold, and thy provoking touch,Shall Loves Alimbeck so apply,
And shew thy Chymick skill is such,
That I must melt in Love and Dy.
VII
And being thus bereft of breath,Lovers shall at my Tomb appear,
Wishing themselves no worse a Death,
Nor better life, then I had here.
VIII
Ladies shall sighing drop a Tear,As with pure Love and Pity mov'd,
That such a constant Servant (here,)
Should dy because he over Lov'd.
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