The humour was, as I have read,
But lovers’ tears incrystalled.
Which, as they drop by drop do pass
From th’ upper to the under-glass,
Do in a trickling manner tell,
By many a watery syllable,
That lovers’ tears in lifetime shed
Do restless run when they are dead.
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Those counter-changed tabbies in the air,The sun once set, all of one colour are:So, when death comes, fresh tinctures lose their place,And dismal darkness then doth smutch the face.
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!
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Virgins promised when I died,
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