Such be our gifts, and such be our expense,
As for ourselves to leave some frankince
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Frolic virgins once these were,
Being here their ends deniedRan for sweet-hearts mad, and died.Love, in pity of their tears,And their loss in blooming years,For their restless here-spent hours,Gave them hearts-ease turn’d to flowers.
Gather ye rose-buds while ye may:
And this same flower that smiles to-day,To-morrow will be dying.The glorious lamp of heaven, the Sun,The higher he’s a-getting,The sooner will his race be run,And nearer he’s to setting.That age is best, which is the first,When youth and blood are warmer;But being spent, the worse, and worstTimes, still succeed the former.– Then be not coy,…
Shark, when he goes to any publick feast,
What saves the master of the House thereby?When if the servants search, they may descryIn his wide Codpeece, (dinner being done)Two Napkins cram’d up, and a silver Spoone.
Sea-born goddess, let me be
That whene’er I woo, I findVirgins coy, but not unkind.Let me, when I kiss a maid,Taste her lips, so overlaidWith love’s sirop, that I mayIn your temple, when I pray,Kiss the altar, and confessThere’s in love no bitterness.
Scobble for whoredom whips his wife and cries
‘Good sir, make no more cuts i’ th’ outward skin,One slit’s enough to let adultery in.
Among the myrtles as I walk’d
Tell me, said I, in deep distress,Where I may find my Shepherdess?–Thou fool, said Love, know’st thou not this?In every thing that’s sweet she is.In yond’ carnation go and seek,There thou shalt find her lip and cheek;In that enamell’d pansy by,There thou shalt have her curious eye;In bloom of peach and rose’s bud,There waves the…