 | Poems (1983) |  |
[Come lusty gamesters of the sea]
Come lusty gamesters of the sea
Billowes, waves, and winds,
Like to most lovers make your plea
Say love all combinds;
Lett nott Dian rule your sprites,
Her pale face shuns all delights,
Billowes, waves, and winds,
Like to most lovers make your plea
Say love all combinds;
Lett nott Dian rule your sprites,
Her pale face shuns all delights,
Venus was borne, of the sea foame
Queene of love is she
Like her sweet pleasant phantisies roame,
This Varietie;
Juno yett a firme wife is,
Soe may I bee in my blis,
Queene of love is she
Like her sweet pleasant phantisies roame,
This Varietie;
Juno yett a firme wife is,
Soe may I bee in my blis,
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Pallas is yett a fierce, sterne lass,
Wisdome doth profess,
Ceares a hous-wife I soone pass,
Lovers I express;
Venus, my deere sea borne Queene,
Gives mee pleasures still unseene,
Wisdome doth profess,
Ceares a hous-wife I soone pass,
Lovers I express;
Venus, my deere sea borne Queene,
Gives mee pleasures still unseene,
And you faire starry sky, beeholde
Venus mee commaunds,
That by noe meanes love should grow colde
Butt blowe the fire brands;
Soll's best heat must fill our vaines,
Thes are true loves highest straines.
Venus mee commaunds,
That by noe meanes love should grow colde
Butt blowe the fire brands;
Soll's best heat must fill our vaines,
Thes are true loves highest straines.
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