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To a Lady not yet enjoy'd by her Husband.
Come
Celia, fixe thine eyes on mine,
And through those Crystalls our soules flitting,
Shall a pure wreathe of eye-beames twine,
Our loving hearts together knitting;
Let Eaglets the bright Sun survey,
Though the blind Mole discerne not day:
And through those Crystalls our soules flitting,
Shall a pure wreathe of eye-beames twine,
Our loving hearts together knitting;
Let Eaglets the bright Sun survey,
Though the blind Mole discerne not day:
When cleere Aurora leaves her mate,
The light of her gray eyes dispising,
Yet all the world doth celebrate
With sacrifice, her faire up-rising.
Let Eaglets, &c.
The light of her gray eyes dispising,
Yet all the world doth celebrate
With sacrifice, her faire up-rising.
Let Eaglets, &c.
A Dragon kept the golden fruit,
Yet he those dainties never tasted;
As others pin'd in the pursuit,
So he himselfe with plentie wasted:
Let Eaglets, &c.
Yet he those dainties never tasted;
As others pin'd in the pursuit,
So he himselfe with plentie wasted:
Let Eaglets, &c.
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