The Countesse of Mountgomeries Urania Written by the right honorable the Lady Mary Wroath |
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The Countesse of Mountgomeries Urania | ||
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[Adieu sweet Sun]
Adieu
sweet Sun
Thy night is neare
Which must appeare
Like mine, whose light but new begun
Weares as if spun
By chance not right,
Led by a light
False, and pleasing, euer wun.
Thy night is neare
Which must appeare
Like mine, whose light but new begun
Weares as if spun
By chance not right,
Led by a light
False, and pleasing, euer wun.
Come once in view
Sweet heat, and light
My heauy sp'rit
Dull'd in thy setting, made anew
If you renew,
Daysies doe grow,
And spring below
Blest with thy warm'th, so once I grew.
Sweet heat, and light
My heauy sp'rit
Dull'd in thy setting, made anew
If you renew,
Daysies doe grow,
And spring below
Blest with thy warm'th, so once I grew.
Wilt thou returne,
Deare blesse mine eyes
Where loues zeale lyes
Let thy deere obiect mildly burne
Nor flie, but turne
'Tis season now
Each happy bow
Both buds and blooms, why should I mourne?
Deare blesse mine eyes
Where loues zeale lyes
Let thy deere obiect mildly burne
Nor flie, but turne
'Tis season now
Each happy bow
Both buds and blooms, why should I mourne?
The Countesse of Mountgomeries Urania | ||