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THE INTERDICTION.
Touch not that hand more white than snow
Of lilies in their prime,
Whose odoured sweets fond youth did know
In backward tracts of time:
A subtle fire therein doth burn,
Thy heedless heart to dust shall turn.
Of lilies in their prime,
Whose odoured sweets fond youth did know
In backward tracts of time:
A subtle fire therein doth burn,
Thy heedless heart to dust shall turn.
Forbear to kiss, though Love invite,
Those lips of ruby red,
Whose pinks recall swift summer's flight,
With perfume that has fled:
So ravishing their sweets do lie
That in their sweetness thou shalt die.
Those lips of ruby red,
Whose pinks recall swift summer's flight,
With perfume that has fled:
So ravishing their sweets do lie
That in their sweetness thou shalt die.
A hand of flame, a poisoned kiss
Shall do thee such despite,
That where thou dost desire thy bliss
Thou shalt discern a blight;
And all the anguish thou shalt prove,
And bitter fruits of slighted love.
Shall do thee such despite,
That where thou dost desire thy bliss
Thou shalt discern a blight;
And all the anguish thou shalt prove,
And bitter fruits of slighted love.
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