The Phanseys of William Cavendish Marquis of Newcastle addressed to Margaret Lucas and her Letters in reply: Edited by Douglas Grant |
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The Phanseys of William Cavendish Marquis of Newcastle | ||
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A Songe
[Oh, come, oh, come, my dearest]
Oh, come, oh, come, my dearest,
Most Joy Unto mee when neerest;
And then wee will kisse;
No pleasure we will misse
That belongs to Cupid's sportinge.
Most Joy Unto mee when neerest;
And then wee will kisse;
No pleasure we will misse
That belongs to Cupid's sportinge.
Then when, oh, when our faces
Are look't on, with love's Imbrases,
Although we seeme sad,
Wee are both of Us glad;
Too serious it is for laughinge.
Are look't on, with love's Imbrases,
Although we seeme sad,
Wee are both of Us glad;
Too serious it is for laughinge.
When thus, oh, thus wee'r Lieinge
As if wee were both adieinge,
Our bodys are felt
As if they both did melt,
And our Soules to one sweet Jelly.
As if wee were both adieinge,
Our bodys are felt
As if they both did melt,
And our Soules to one sweet Jelly.
The Phanseys of William Cavendish Marquis of Newcastle | ||