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Taking leave when his Mistris was to ride.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 


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Taking leave when his Mistris was to ride.

How is it my ungentle fate,
When Love commanded me to wait
Upon my Saint, by break of day,
I brought a heart, but carried none away?
When we joyn'd ceremonious breath,
And lips, that took a leave like death,
With a sad parting thought opprest,
Did it leave mine, to glide into her brest?
Or was it when like Pallas she
Was mounted, and I gaz'd to see,
My heart then looking through mine eye,
Did after her out at that window flie?
'Twas so, and cause I did not ride,
My heart would Lackey by her side,
Or some more careful Angel be,
To see my Mistris safe convey'd for me.
Nay then attend thy charge, nor fear
Storms in the way, and if a tear
By chance, at looking back on thee
Bedew her eye, drink that a health to me.

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But smile at night, and be her guest,
At once her musick and her feast,
And if at any mention made
Of me, she sigh, say all thy travell's paid.
But when shee's gently laid to rest,
Oh listen softly to her brest,
And thou shalt hear her soul, but see
Thou wake her not, for she may dream of me.
But what's all this, when I am here,
If fancie bid thee welcom there?
Heart, this last dutie I implore,
Or bring her back, or see thy Cell no more.