‘Good sir, make no more cuts i’ th’ outward skin,
One slit’s enough to let adultery in.
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First, for effusions due unto the dead,
Next, how I love thee, that my grief must tell,Wherein thou liv’st for ever.–Dear, farewell!
Give me a man that is not dull,
But unamazed dares clearly sing,Whenas the roof’s a-tottering;And though it falls, continues stillTickling the Cittern with his quill.
First, April, she with mellow showers
Then after her comes smiling May,In a more rich and sweet array;Next enters June, and brings us moreGems than those two that went before;Then, lastly, July comes, and sheMore wealth brings in than all those three.
Come, sit we under yonder tree,
And as on primroses we sit,We’ll venture, if we can, at wit;If not, at draw-gloves we will play,So spend some minutes of the day;Or else spin out the thread of sands,Playing at questions and commands:Or tell what strange tricks Love can do,By quickly making one of two.Thus we will sit and talk, but tellNo cruel…
Command the roof, great Genius, and from thence
That through each room a golden pipe may runOf living water by thy benizon;Fulfil the larders, and with strength’ning breadBe ever-more these bins replenished.Next, like a bishop consecrate my ground,That lucky fairies here may dance their round;And, after that, lay down some silver pence,The master’s charge and care to recompence.Charm then the chambers; make the…
Reach with your whiter hands to me
And I about the cup shall seeFresh lilies flourishing.Or else, sweet nymphs, do you but this–To th’ glass your lips incline;And I shall see by that one kissThe water turn’d to wine.