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TO LOVE, AND LIVE WITH, HIM.
LIVE, live with me! and thou shalt see The pleasures I'll prepare for thee! What sweets the Country can afford Shall bless thy bed, and bless thy board! The soft sweet moss shall be thy bed, With crawling woodbine overspread ; By which the silver-shedding streams Shall gently melt thee into dreams!
Thy clothing, next, shall be a gown Made of the fleeces' purest down; The tongues of kids shall be thy meat; Their milk, thy drink; and thou shalt eat The paste of filberts for thy bread, With cream of cowslips butterèd.
Thy feasting-tables shall be hills,
Where thou shalt sit; and Red-breast, by,
A bag and bottle thou shalt have;
There, thou shalt be! and be the wit,
In wicker baskets, Maids shall bring
Of every straight and smooth-skin tree:
Thou shalt have possets, wassails fine;
Thou shalt have ribbands, roses, rings,
These (nay, and more!) thine own shall be ! If thou wilt love, and live with, me.
THE NIGHT PIECE.
HER eyes, the glowworm lend thee!
Whose little eyes glow
Like the sparks of fire, befriend thee!
No Will-o'-th'-Wisp mislight thee!
Not making a stay;
Since ghost there 's none t' affright thee!
Let not the dark thee cumber!
Will lend thee their light!
Like tapers clear, without number.
Then, JULIA! let me woo thee
Thy silv'ry feet;
My soul I'll pour into thee!
TO HIS MISTRESS.
CHOOSE me your Valentine!
Promise, and keep your vows!
Or vow ye never! LOVE's doctrine disallows
You have broke promise twice,
If you prove faithless thrice;
WELCOME, Maids of Honour !
In the Spring;
And wait upon her!
She has Virgins many,
Fresh and fair;
Yet you are
More sweet than any!
Y' are the maiden posies!
To be placed
'Fore damask roses!
Yet, though thus respected,
Ye do lie,
Poor Girls, neglected!
HEAR, ye Virgins! and I'll teach What the times of old did preach. ROSAMOND was in a bower Kept, as DANAË in a Tower: But yet Love, who subtle is,
Crept to that; and came to this. locked up like to these,
Or the rich Hesperides;
Or those babies in your eyes