Wit A Sporting In a pleasant Grove Of New Fancies | ||
To his Mistris.
Shew me thy feet, shew me thy legs, thy thighs,Shew me those fleshly principalities;
Shew me that hil where smiling love doth sit
Having a living fountain under it.
Shew me thy wast, then let me therewithall
(By the ascension of thy Lavvn) see all.
Wit A Sporting In a pleasant Grove Of New Fancies | ||