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Ode To A Beautiful Young Lady,
ODE TO A BEAUTIFUL YOUNG LADY ,
AND A FINE SINGER . ASK me no more , whither do stray The golden atoms of the day ; For in pure love Heav ' n did prepare This powder to enrich the air . Ask me no morewhither doth haste
, The nightingale when May is past ; For in your sweet melodious throat She winters , and keeps warm her note . Ask me no more , where Jove bestows , ' When June is gone , the fading rose ; For in your beauties , lovely deep , All flow ' rs do in their cases sleep . Ask
me no more , where those stars light That downward fall in dead of night ; For in your eyes they sit , and there They fix'd become , as in their sphere .. Nor ask me niore , if East or West The Piienix builds her spicey nest ; For unto you at length she hies , And in your fragrant bosom dies . M .
A Caution To Virgins.
A CAUTION TO VIRGINS .
WHEN you the sunburnt pilgrim see , Fainting with thirst , haste to the springs . Mark how , at first , with bended knee , He courts the crystal nymph , and flings His body to the earth , where he Prostrate courts the flowing deity : Butwhen his "dusty face is drench'd
. In her cool stream , when from her sweet Bosom his burning thirst is quench'd , ' Then mark how with disdainful feet He spurns the green banks , and from the place That thus refresh'd him moves in sullen pace . Thus shalt thou be despis'd , fair maid , When by thy sated lover tasted ; What first
he did with tears invade Hereafter will with scorn be wasted : When all thy virgin springs grow dry , No streams are left but in thine eye . M
On Sir Francis Drake.
ON SIR FRANCIS DRAKE
HIS body ' s buried under some great wave , The sea , that was his glory , is his grave Ot him no one true Epitaph can make , For who can say , Here lies Sir Francis Drake ? M
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Ode To A Beautiful Young Lady,
ODE TO A BEAUTIFUL YOUNG LADY ,
AND A FINE SINGER . ASK me no more , whither do stray The golden atoms of the day ; For in pure love Heav ' n did prepare This powder to enrich the air . Ask me no morewhither doth haste
, The nightingale when May is past ; For in your sweet melodious throat She winters , and keeps warm her note . Ask me no more , where Jove bestows , ' When June is gone , the fading rose ; For in your beauties , lovely deep , All flow ' rs do in their cases sleep . Ask
me no more , where those stars light That downward fall in dead of night ; For in your eyes they sit , and there They fix'd become , as in their sphere .. Nor ask me niore , if East or West The Piienix builds her spicey nest ; For unto you at length she hies , And in your fragrant bosom dies . M .
A Caution To Virgins.
A CAUTION TO VIRGINS .
WHEN you the sunburnt pilgrim see , Fainting with thirst , haste to the springs . Mark how , at first , with bended knee , He courts the crystal nymph , and flings His body to the earth , where he Prostrate courts the flowing deity : Butwhen his "dusty face is drench'd
. In her cool stream , when from her sweet Bosom his burning thirst is quench'd , ' Then mark how with disdainful feet He spurns the green banks , and from the place That thus refresh'd him moves in sullen pace . Thus shalt thou be despis'd , fair maid , When by thy sated lover tasted ; What first
he did with tears invade Hereafter will with scorn be wasted : When all thy virgin springs grow dry , No streams are left but in thine eye . M
On Sir Francis Drake.
ON SIR FRANCIS DRAKE
HIS body ' s buried under some great wave , The sea , that was his glory , is his grave Ot him no one true Epitaph can make , For who can say , Here lies Sir Francis Drake ? M