Song

Aske me no more where Jove bestowes, When June is past, the fading rose: For in your beauties orient deepe, These flowers as in their causes, sleepe.   Aske me no more whither doth stray, The golden Atomes of the day : For in pure love heaven did prepare These powders to inrich your haire. [...]

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Advice To An Old Man of Sixty Three About To Marry a Girle of Sixteen

Now fie upon him! what is Man, Whose life at best is but a span? When to an inch it dwindles down, Ice in his bones, snow on his Crown, That he within his crazy brain, Kind thoughts of Love should entertain, That he, when Harvest comes should plow And when ’tis time to reap, [...]

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