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Will last to be a precious stone
fields and we not see't ? When all your world of beauty's gone.
Come, we'll abroad; and let's obey
The proclamation made for May:
And siu no more, as we have done, by staying; CORINNA'S GOING A-MAYING But, my Coriuna, come, let's go a-Maying. GET up, get up for shame, the blooming There's not a budding boy or girl this day
But is got up, and gone to bring in May. Upon her wings presents the god unshorn. A deal of youth, ere this, is come See how Aurora throws her fair
Back, and with white-thorn laden home. Fresh-quilted colours through the air: Some have despatch'd their cakes and Get up, sweet slug-a-bed, and see
The dew bespangling herb and tree. Before that we have left to dream: Each flower bas wept and bow'd toward the And some have wept, and woo'd, and east
plighted troth, Above an hour since : yet you not dress'd ; And chose their priest, ere we can cast off Nay ! not so much as out of bed ?
sloth: When all the birds have matins said 10 Many a green-gown has been given; si And sung their thankful hymns, 't is sin, Many a kiss, both odd and even: Nay, profanation to keep in,
Many a glance too bas been sent Whereas a thousand virgins on this day
From out the eye, love's firmament; Spring, sooner than the lark, to fetch in May. Many a jest told of the keys betraying
This night, and locks pick'd, yet we're not Rise and put on your foliage, and be seen
a-Maying To come forth, like the spring-time, fresh
Come, let us go while we are in our prime; And sweet as Flora. Take no care And take the harmless folly of the time. For jewels for your gown or hair :
We shall grow old a pace, aud die
Before we know our liberty.
Our life is short, and our days run Besides, the childhood of the day has kept, As fast away as does the suu; Against you come, some orient pearls un- And, as a vapour or a drop of rain, wept;
Once lost, can ne'er be found again,
All love, all liking, all delight
Lies drowned with us in endless night. Till you come forth. Wash, dress, be brief Then while time serves, and we are but dein praying
69 Few beads are best when once we go Come, my Corinna, come, let's go a-Maying.
THE CAPTIV'D BEE, OR THE
Come, my Corinna, come; and, coming,
mark How each field turns a street, each street a
park Made green and trimm'd with trees:
see how Devotion gives each house a bough Or branch: each porch, each door ere
An ark, a tabernacle is,
Cau such delights be in the street
As Julia once a-slumbering lay
TO ANTHEA, WHO MAY COM
MAND HIM ANYTHING
Bid me to live, and I will live
Thy Protestant to be, Or bid me love, and I will give
A loving heart to thee.
And thus surprised, as filchers use,
Bid me to weep, and I will weep
While I have eyes to see: And, baving none, yet I will keep
A heart to weep for thee.
Fair daffodils, we weep to see
You haste away so soon;
We have short time to stay, as you,
We have as short a spring;
Ne'er to be found again.
A LITTLE mushroom table spread,
THE BRACELET TO JULIA
Why I tie about thy wrist,
Julia, this my silken twist;
For what other reason is't, But to show thee how, in part, Thou my pretty captive art ? But thy bondslave is my heart; 'Tis but silk that bindeth thee, Knap the thread and thou art free: But 'tis otherwise with me; I am bound, and fast bound, so That from thee I cannot go; If I could, I would not so.
TO DAISIES, NOT TO SHUT
Shut not so soon ; the dull-ey'd night
Has not as yet begun
To make a seizure on the light,
Or to seal up the sun.
TO PHYLLIS, TO LOVE AND
LIVE WITH HIM
Fair pledges of a fruitful tree,
Why do ye fall so fast?
Your date is not so past But you may stay yet here a while, To blush and gently smile;
And go at last.
LIVE, live with me, and thou shalt see
pear The queen of roses for that year; And having danced, 'bove all the best, Carry the garland from the rest. In wicker baskets maids shall bring To thee, my dearest shepherling, The blushing apple, bashful pear, And shame-fac'd plum, all simp’ring there. Walk in the groves, and thou shalt tind The name of Phyllis in the rind Of every straight and smooth-skin tree; Where kissing that, I'll twice kiss thee. To thee a sheep-hook I will send, Be-prank'd with ribands to this end; This, this alluring hook might be Less for to catch a sheep than me. Thou shalt have possets, wassails fine, Not made of ale, but spiced wine, To make thy maids and self free mirth, All sitting near the glitt'ring hearth.
TO A BED OF TULIPS
Bright tulips, we do know
You bad your coming hither, And fading-time does show
That ye must quickly wither.
Thou shalt have ribands, roses, rings,
UPON JULIA'S CLOTHES Waenas in silks my Julia goes, Then, then, methinks, how sweetly flows The liquefaction of her clothes. Next, when I cast mine eyes and see That brave vibration each way free; O how that glittering taketh me!
ART ABOVE NATURE: TO JULIA
TO HIS BOOK
WHEN I behold a forest spread
[Publ. with Hesperides, 1648]
HIS LITANY TO THE HOLY
THE NIGHT-PIECE: TO JULIA
And the elves also,
Whose little eyes glow
But on, on thy way
Not making a stay, Since ghost there's none to affright thee. Let not the dark thee cumber : What though the moon does slumber?
The stars of the night
Will lend thee their light Like tapers clear without number. Then, Julia, let me woo thee, Thus, thus to come unto me;
And when I shall meet
Thy silv'ry feet
When the artless doctor sees
Sweet Spirit, comfort me!
Sweet Spirit, comfort me!