I owe thee for a kiss
Thou lend’st to me;
And I to thee
Will render ten for this.
If thou wilt say,
Ten will not pay
For that so rich a one;
I’ll clear the sum,
If it will come
Unto a million.
He must of right,
To th’ utmost mite,
Make payment for his pleasure,
(By this I guess)
Of happiness
Who has a little measure.
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Born I was to be old,
After that, in the mouldLong for to lie here.But before that day comes,Still I be bousing;For I know, in the tombsThere’s no carousing.
Stay while ye will, or go,
Yet trust me, I shall knowThe place where I may find ye.Within my Lucia’s cheek,(Whose livery ye wear)Play ye at hide or seek,I’m sure to find ye there.
These springs were maidens once that loved,
My story tells, by Love they wereTurn’d to these springs which we see here:The pretty whimpering that they make,When of the banks their leave they take,Tells ye but this, they are the same,In nothing changed but in their name.
O years! and age! farewell:
Where I do knowInfinity to dwell.And these mine eyes shall seeAll times, how theyAre lost i’ th’ seaOf vast eternity:–Where never moon shall swayThe stars; but she,And night, shall beDrown’d in one endless day.
Tell, if thou canst, and truly, whence doth come
These musks, these ambers, and those other smellsSweet as the Vestry of the Oracles.I’ll tell thee:—while my Julia did unlaceHer silken bodice but a breathing space,The passive air such odour then assumedAs when to Jove great Juno goes perfumed,Whose pure immortal body doth transmitA scent that fills both heaven and earth with it.
You see this grntle stream that glides,
Try if this sober stream you canFollow to th’ wider ocean,And see, if there it keeps unspentIn that congesting element.Next, from that world of waters, thenBy pores and caverns back againInduct that inadultrate sameStream to the spring from whence it came.This with a wonder when ye do,As easy, and else easier too:Then ye may recollect…