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 too serious Love
Sweete, lett Us love Enjoy,
And play and tick and Toye,
And all our Cares will drowne;
Smile, laugh, and sometymes frowne;
Makes Love's Parenthasis
With a sweete melting Kisse.
And play and tick and Toye,
And all our Cares will drowne;
Smile, laugh, and sometymes frowne;
Makes Love's Parenthasis
With a sweete melting Kisse.
Then Whisper in Each Eare,
Love's pretty tales to heare;
If wanton, cry, oh, man,
And strike mee with your fanne;
If offer thee to dandle,
Then rap mee with the handle.
Love's pretty tales to heare;
If wanton, cry, oh, man,
And strike mee with your fanne;
If offer thee to dandle,
Then rap mee with the handle.
For all this I'l not misse
Thy lipps, but steale a kisse;
Cause it is stolen, then
I'l give it you againe;
Play with your litle hand,
And kisse it as I stand.
Thy lipps, but steale a kisse;
Cause it is stolen, then
I'l give it you againe;
Play with your litle hand,
And kisse it as I stand.
Then, tho' you thinke it much,
Wee'l one another touch,
As carelesly not knowinge
How love is now agrowinge;
As if you did not minde it:
Yett both of Us will finde it.
Wee'l one another touch,
As carelesly not knowinge
How love is now agrowinge;
As if you did not minde it:
Yett both of Us will finde it.
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And speake, too, all the while,
But in a lover's stile:
Short breath'd with love's omitions,
Nonsence in Repetitions.
If dare I am a Villan,
Take notice you are willinge.
But in a lover's stile:
Short breath'd with love's omitions,
Nonsence in Repetitions.
If dare I am a Villan,
Take notice you are willinge.
Then flatter, kisse, cologe;
You say, away, you Rogue.
When your Cheekes redd, I'l pull thee,
And gently then will cull thee:
You say, away, so, so,
Too serious you doe growe.
You say, away, you Rogue.
When your Cheekes redd, I'l pull thee,
And gently then will cull thee:
You say, away, so, so,
Too serious you doe growe.
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