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Ah, my Perilla! dost thou grieve to see
Age calls me hence, and my gray hairs bid come,And haste away to mine eternal home;‘Twill not be long, Perilla, after this,That I must give thee the supremest kiss:–Dead when I am, first cast in salt, and bringPart of the cream from that religious spring,With which, Perilla, wash my hands and feet;That done, then wind…
Though frankincense the deities require,
Such be our gifts, and such be our expense,As for ourselves to leave some frankince
Come thou, who art the wine and wit
The grace, the glory, and the bestPiece of the rest;Thou art of what I did intendThe All, and End;And what was made, was made to meet.Thee, thee my sheet.Come then, and be to my chaste sideBoth bed and bride.We two, as reliques left, will haveOne rest, one grave;And, hugging close, we need not fearLust entering…
Honour to you who sit
And drink your fill of it!Glory and worship beTo you, sweet Maids, thrice three,Who still inspire me;And teach me how to singUnto the lyric string,My measures ravishing!Then, while I sing your praise,My priest-hood crown with baysGreen to the end of days!
Give way, give way, ye gates, and win
And basket, by our entering in.May both with manchet stand replete;Your larders, too, so hung with meat,That though a thousand, thousand eat,Yet, ere twelve moons shall whirl aboutTheir silv’ry spheres, there’s none may doubtBut more’s sent in than was served out.Next, may your dairies prosper so,As that your pans no ebb may know;But if they…
I will confess
Love is a thing so likes me,That, let her layOn me all day,I’ll kiss the hand that strikes me.I will not, I,Now blubb’ring cry,It, ah! too late repents meThat I did fallTo love at all–Since love so much contents me.No, no, I’ll beIn fetters free;While others they sit wringingTheir hands for pain,I’ll entertainThe wounds of…