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PHILETAS song. |
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PHILETAS song.
Mersa, more white than flowre, or new burnt lime,
Or raging salt-sea fome, or milke reboylde:
More red than Cheries, ripe by force of time,
Or Beries yet with taint of blacke not soyld:
More faire than flowring trees in spring of yeare,
More sweete than figges, that new and ripe appeare.
Or raging salt-sea fome, or milke reboylde:
More red than Cheries, ripe by force of time,
Or Beries yet with taint of blacke not soyld:
More faire than flowring trees in spring of yeare,
More sweete than figges, that new and ripe appeare.
Such pappes had Venus none, such rolling eyes,
Such cherrie lips, both sweet and fine in tutch:
Why should I praise her soft and wel made thyes,
For better were to feele than talke of such.
Both Goddes and men therewith enamoured be,
For with mine eies a Satyre I did see,
Such cherrie lips, both sweet and fine in tutch:
Why should I praise her soft and wel made thyes,
For better were to feele than talke of such.
Both Goddes and men therewith enamoured be,
For with mine eies a Satyre I did see,
Pursuing her, whom tane, he forste to yeeld,
Shee clamor made, then aide I would haue brought,
But to defend my selfe I had no sheeld,
Against his force, that with his hornes me sought,
Of such a Riuall fierce I dnrst not proue,
The mighty force, though pining for her loue.
Shee clamor made, then aide I would haue brought,
But to defend my selfe I had no sheeld,
Against his force, that with his hornes me sought,
Of such a Riuall fierce I dnrst not proue,
The mighty force, though pining for her loue.
Oh then how oft with signes she beckt at me,
And when I came me clipt in tender sort,
Euen as the vine or luie claspes the tree,
And wanton-like did bite my lippe in sport,
And flapt me on the mouth with decent grace,
Firme vowing then none other to embrace.
And when I came me clipt in tender sort,
Euen as the vine or luie claspes the tree,
And wanton-like did bite my lippe in sport,
And flapt me on the mouth with decent grace,
Firme vowing then none other to embrace.
But what alas all this is now forgot,
And she againe recouered libertie,
I seem'd then sine, but now a foolish sot:
For that she weighes none of my miserie.
To serue her turne my seruice could her please,
But nought at all my bondage to release.
And she againe recouered libertie,
I seem'd then sine, but now a foolish sot:
For that she weighes none of my miserie.
To serue her turne my seruice could her please,
But nought at all my bondage to release.
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