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To Vesper.
Sweet
Vesper bring the Night,
Why dost thou thus delay,
To rob me of delight,?
Too long has been thy stay,
Make hast away,
And check the lasie Dawning of the day.
Why dost thou thus delay,
To rob me of delight,?
Too long has been thy stay,
Make hast away,
And check the lasie Dawning of the day.
And Phœbus tell from me,
That he his Raies lay by,
Nor so discourteous be
As once to mount the Skie,
Or once came nigh
With one small Beam, to wake my Love and I.
That he his Raies lay by,
Nor so discourteous be
As once to mount the Skie,
Or once came nigh
With one small Beam, to wake my Love and I.
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Shou'd he scorn my desire,
I'd send his Bastard Son
To set the Heavens on fire,
And he agen shou'd run
Without the Sun,
And grieve for what his folly shall have done.
I'd send his Bastard Son
To set the Heavens on fire,
And he agen shou'd run
Without the Sun,
And grieve for what his folly shall have done.
How soon the Sun makes hast
Unto his Thetis Bed,
Longing to be embrac'd,
And coole his radiant Head,
Which now looks red:
Such longing hopes hath Lovers ever fed.
Unto his Thetis Bed,
Longing to be embrac'd,
And coole his radiant Head,
Which now looks red:
Such longing hopes hath Lovers ever fed.
How soon my Prayer is heard,
Cynthia's bright Horns appear:
No, 'tis my Love prepar'd
Her Lover for to cheer;
In all her Sphere
Her borrow'd Luster never shines so clear.
Cynthia's bright Horns appear:
No, 'tis my Love prepar'd
Her Lover for to cheer;
In all her Sphere
Her borrow'd Luster never shines so clear.
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