Poems &c. By James Shirley | ||
1
Cupids Call.
Ho!
Cupid calls, come Lovers, come,
Bring his wanton Harvest home:
The West-wind blowes, the Birds do sing,
The Earth's enamell'd, 'tis high Spring:
Let Hinds whose soul is Corn and Hay,
Expect their crop another day.
Bring his wanton Harvest home:
The West-wind blowes, the Birds do sing,
The Earth's enamell'd, 'tis high Spring:
Let Hinds whose soul is Corn and Hay,
Expect their crop another day.
Into Loves Spring-garden walk,
Virgins dangle on their stalk,
Full blown, and playing at fifteen:
Come bring your amorous sickles then?
See they are pointing to their beds,
And call to reap their Maiden-heads.
Virgins dangle on their stalk,
Full blown, and playing at fifteen:
Come bring your amorous sickles then?
See they are pointing to their beds,
And call to reap their Maiden-heads.
2
Hark, how in yonder shadie grove
Sweet Philomel is warbling love,
And with her voice is courting Kings,
For since she was a Bird, she sings,
There is no pleasure but in men,
Oh come and ravish me agen.
Sweet Philomel is warbling love,
And with her voice is courting Kings,
For since she was a Bird, she sings,
There is no pleasure but in men,
Oh come and ravish me agen.
Virgins that are yong and fair
May kisse, and grow into a pair;
Then warm and active use your blood,
No sad thought congeal the flood:
Nature no med'cine can impart
When age once snows upon our heart.
May kisse, and grow into a pair;
Then warm and active use your blood,
No sad thought congeal the flood:
Nature no med'cine can impart
When age once snows upon our heart.
Poems &c. By James Shirley | ||