The Shepherd's Garden By William Davies |
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THE SHEPHERD COMPLAINS TO HIS MISTRESS WHEN SHE
WILL FOREGO THEIR LOVE. |
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THE SHEPHERD COMPLAINS TO HIS MISTRESS WHEN SHE WILL FOREGO THEIR LOVE.
Nay, prithee, swear not, love, to break
Those links so long have tied us;
Nor, fools of Time, consent to make
Our promises deride us:
Such falsehood in those dreams of bliss,
My soul cannot discover,
As to forego the wonted kiss,
And say, Sweet Love is over.
Those links so long have tied us;
Nor, fools of Time, consent to make
Our promises deride us:
Such falsehood in those dreams of bliss,
My soul cannot discover,
As to forego the wonted kiss,
And say, Sweet Love is over.
The glorious light from thee I took,
Will not so soon be blinded,
Nor faithful love torn from my book,
Though thou be falsely minded:
Grace cannot soon so graceless die,
Nor love forget the lover,
As thus to give our troth the lie,
By one, Sweet Love is over.
Will not so soon be blinded,
Nor faithful love torn from my book,
Though thou be falsely minded:
Grace cannot soon so graceless die,
Nor love forget the lover,
As thus to give our troth the lie,
By one, Sweet Love is over.
But if thou wilt then have it so,
Give back the sighs I gave thee,
When thou didst join me vow to vow
With whispers to enslave me;
And give me back the tears that I
Have wept thy slights to cover,
With those dear hopes that will not die,
Or say, Sweet Love is over.
Give back the sighs I gave thee,
When thou didst join me vow to vow
With whispers to enslave me;
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Have wept thy slights to cover,
With those dear hopes that will not die,
Or say, Sweet Love is over.
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