 | Wit A Sporting In a pleasant Grove Of New Fancies |  |
To his Mistris, on the Day-break.
By the next kindling of the day,
My Julia, thou shalt see,
Ere I've Mary thou canst say,
Ile come and visit thee.
My Julia, thou shalt see,
Ere I've Mary thou canst say,
Ile come and visit thee.
Yet ere thou counsellest with thy glass,
Appear thou to mine eyes,
As smooth and nak'd as she that was
The Prince of Paradise.
Appear thou to mine eyes,
As smooth and nak'd as she that was
The Prince of Paradise.
If blush thou must, then blush thou through
A lawn that thou maiest look
As purest pearls and peebles do,
When peeping through a brook.
A lawn that thou maiest look
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When peeping through a brook.
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