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Perswasions to enjoy.
If
the quick spirits in your cye
Now languish, and anon must dye;
If every sweet, and every grace,
Must fly from that forsaken face:
Then (Celia) let us reape our joyes,
E're time such goodly fruit destroyes.
Now languish, and anon must dye;
If every sweet, and every grace,
Must fly from that forsaken face:
Then (Celia) let us reape our joyes,
E're time such goodly fruit destroyes.
Or, if that golden fleece must grow
For ever, free from aged snow:
If those bright Suns must know no shade,
Nor your fresh beauties ever fade;
Then feare not (Celia) to bestow,
What still being gather'd, still must grow.
Thus, either Time his Sickle brings
In vaine, or else in vaine his wings.
For ever, free from aged snow:
If those bright Suns must know no shade,
Nor your fresh beauties ever fade;
Then feare not (Celia) to bestow,
What still being gather'd, still must grow.
Thus, either Time his Sickle brings
In vaine, or else in vaine his wings.
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