Alas! if kissing be of plagues the worst,
We’ll wish in hell we had been last and first.
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Time was upon
And I call’d onHim but awhile to stay;But he’d be gone,For aught that I could say.He held out thenA writing, as he went,And ask’d me, whenFalse man would be contentTo pay againWhat God and Nature lent.An hour-glass,In which were sands but few,As he did pass,He shew’d,–and told me tooMine end near was;–And so away he…
Fly to my mistress, pretty pilfering bee,
When on her lip thou hast thy sweet dew placed,Mark if her tongue but slyly steal a taste;If so, we live; if not, with mournful hum,Toll forth my death; next, to my burial come.
Kindle the Christmas brand, and then
Which quench’d, then lay it up again,Till Christmas next return.Part must be kept, wherewith to teendThe Christmas log next year;And where ’tis safely kept, the fiendCan do no mischief there.
Droop, droop no more, or hang the head,
Now strength, and newer purple get,Each here declining violet.O primroses! let this day beA resurrection unto ye;And to all flowers allied in blood,Or sworn to that sweet sisterhood.For health on Julia’s cheek hath shedClaret and cream commingled;And those, her lips, do now appearAs beams of coral, but more clear.
To my revenge, and to her desperate fears,
In the wild air, when thou hast roll’d about,And, like a blasting planet, found her out;Stoop, mount, pass by to take her eye–then glareLike to a dreadful comet in the air:Next, when thou dost perceive her fixed sightFor thy revenge to be most opposite,Then, like a globe, or ball of wild-fire, fly,And break thyself in…
Love in a shower of blossoms came
The blooms that fell were white and red;But with such sweets commingled,As whether (this) I cannot tell,My sight was pleased more, or my smell;But true it was, as I roll’d there,Without a thought of hurt or fear,Love turn’d himself into a bee,And with his javelin wounded me;—From which mishap this use I make;Where most sweets…