To Amarantha That She Would Dishevel Her Hair
Amarantha, sweet and fair,
Ah, braid no more that shining hair
As my curious hand or
Hovering round thee, let it fly
Amarantha, sweet and fair,
Ah, braid no more that shining hair
As my curious hand or
Hovering round thee, let it fly
Sir, how unravell'd is the golden fleece:
Men, that could only fool at
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How have I bin religious
what strange
Has scap't me, that I never understood
Have I hel-guarded Haeresie o'rthrowne
"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...
I
Long in thy shackels, liberty
I ask not from these walls, but thee;
Left for awhile anothers bride,
If to be absent were to
Away from thee;
Or that when I am gone,
You or I were alone, - Then, my Lucasta, might I
LL me not,
Sweet,
I am unkind, That from the
Of thy chaste breasts, and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly
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,