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In the nativity of time,
Chloris
it was not thought a crime In direct Hebrew for to woe
In the nativity of time,
Chloris
it was not thought a crime In direct Hebrew for to woe

Why should you swear I am forsworn,
Since thine I vowed to be
Lady, it is already morn,
And 'twas last night I swore to
Since thine I vowed to be
Lady, it is already morn,
And 'twas last night I swore to

"Come, pretty birds, present your lays, And learn to chaunt a goddess praise; Ye wood-nymphs, let your voices be Employ'd to serve her deity: And warble forth, ye virgins nine, Some music to my Valentine
"Her bosom is love's paradis...
"Her bosom is love's paradis...

How have I bin religious
what strange
Has scap't me, that I never understood
Have I hel-guarded Haeresie o'rthrowne
what strange
Has scap't me, that I never understood
Have I hel-guarded Haeresie o'rthrowne

LL me not,
Sweet,
I am unkind, That from the
Of thy chaste breasts, and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly
Sweet,
I am unkind, That from the
Of thy chaste breasts, and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly

Sir, how unravell'd is the golden fleece:
Men, that could only fool at
OX
ND
Men, that could only fool at
OX
ND

I
When I by thy faire shape did sweare,
And mingled with each vowe a teare, I lov'd,
I lov'd thee best, I swore as I profest
When I by thy faire shape did sweare,
And mingled with each vowe a teare, I lov'd,
I lov'd thee best, I swore as I profest

Amarantha, sweet and fair,
Ah, braid no more that shining hair
As my curious hand or
Hovering round thee, let it fly
Ah, braid no more that shining hair
As my curious hand or
Hovering round thee, let it fly

I
Long in thy shackels, liberty
I ask not from these walls, but thee;
Left for awhile anothers bride,
Long in thy shackels, liberty
I ask not from these walls, but thee;
Left for awhile anothers bride,

I
Sweet serene skye-like Flower,
Haste to adorn her Bower : From thy long clowdy bed, Shoot forth thy damaske head
II
Sweet serene skye-like Flower,
Haste to adorn her Bower : From thy long clowdy bed, Shoot forth thy damaske head
II

Behold
three sister-wonders, in whom met,
Distinct and chast, the splendrous
Of Juno,
three sister-wonders, in whom met,
Distinct and chast, the splendrous
Of Juno,

I
Here, here, oh here
CE, Here was she slaine;
Her soule 'still'd through a veine: The gods knew
Here, here, oh here
CE, Here was she slaine;
Her soule 'still'd through a veine: The gods knew

Cleft as the top of the inspired hill,
Struggles the soul of my divided quill,
Whilst this foot doth the watry mount aspire,
That Sinai's living and enlivening fire,
Struggles the soul of my divided quill,
Whilst this foot doth the watry mount aspire,
That Sinai's living and enlivening fire,

O thou that swing'st upon the waving
Of some well-filled oaten beard,
Drunk ev'ry night with a delicious
Dropped thee from heav'n, where now th' art reared,
Of some well-filled oaten beard,
Drunk ev'ry night with a delicious
Dropped thee from heav'n, where now th' art reared,

Wise emblem of our politic world,
Sage snail, within thine own self curl'd;
Instruct me softly to make haste,
Whilst these my feet go slowly fast
Sage snail, within thine own self curl'd;
Instruct me softly to make haste,
Whilst these my feet go slowly fast

Amarantha sweet and
Ah braid no more that shining hair
As my curious hand or
Hovering round thee let it fly
Ah braid no more that shining hair
As my curious hand or
Hovering round thee let it fly