Wit A Sporting In a pleasant Grove Of New Fancies By H. B. [i.e. Henry Bold] |
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To his Worthy friend and Mistress.
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To his Worthy friend and Mistress.
I charge thee by those eyes of thine,
Give me my heart:
Those eyes that stole it out of mine,
I felt the smart.
And least the theft you should deny,
Look where you keep it in your eye.
Give me my heart:
Those eyes that stole it out of mine,
I felt the smart.
And least the theft you should deny,
Look where you keep it in your eye.
And now I have espy'd it there,
Thinking to catch it,
You chaine and winde it in your haire,
But still I watch it
And so got loose from thence, it flyes,
And sports agen upon your eyes.
Thinking to catch it,
You chaine and winde it in your haire,
But still I watch it
And so got loose from thence, it flyes,
And sports agen upon your eyes.
Though now to cozen me you seek
Thinking to hide
Yet in the dimple of your cheek
I have discry'd:
How now discovered it doth skip
Twixt the soft prison of each lip.
Thinking to hide
Yet in the dimple of your cheek
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How now discovered it doth skip
Twixt the soft prison of each lip.
Yes, yes, I see it stealing, go
Least I should find it,
Through the long gallery of snow,
And still I minde it.
How you have shufled it between
Your breasts, not thinking it is seen.
Least I should find it,
Through the long gallery of snow,
And still I minde it.
How you have shufled it between
Your breasts, not thinking it is seen.
See, see, I see it creeping in
(neer you I feare)
Through the small crannies of your skin
to shelter there.
As if that vaile could cosen me,
Alas, I know things I not see.
(neer you I feare)
Through the small crannies of your skin
to shelter there.
As if that vaile could cosen me,
Alas, I know things I not see.
But if not eye, nor haire, nor cheeks,
Nor lip, nor breast, nor heart it keeps:
Give me them all, for evry part
Thou hast, has part of me; my heart.
Nor lip, nor breast, nor heart it keeps:
Give me them all, for evry part
Thou hast, has part of me; my heart.
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