Latine Songs With their English: and Poems. By Henry Bold ... Collected and perfected by Captain William Bold |
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Come, come, away!No delay,
To our wished delight!
Sweet quickly hast, unto the greedy Lover!
Throw, throw aside
What may hide,
The inquisitive sight!
I'le be the only veil that shall the Cover,
And we,
Will both agree,
And then shall see
How we the time abuse,
To trifle it away, with Empty wishes;
Fond dreames,
Are Childish Themes,
Wherein the Creams
O'th' sport, we always loose,
Ad do neglect the sweeter after Kisses
II
Come do not frown!Lay thee down!
'Tis a thing must be done,
Take of thy hand-good faith! 'tis wondrous pretty?
Oh! what a quoyle?
And a spoyle!
E're this fort could be won,
Nay, though thou sqeak, or cry I dare not pity.
And now,
I'le shew thee how
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And score up wealthy Sums
Of Kisses, on thy lips to highten Pleasures:
Again!
I can't refrain,
I fear no pain,
Oh now it comes, it comes!
'Tis all, thine own, thou shalt have standing Measure.
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