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You violets that first appear,
By your pure purple mantles known
As if the spring were all your own,-
So when my Mistress shall be seen
In form and beauty of her mind,
Tell me, if she were not design'd
20 Sir H. Wotton.
TO THE LADY MARGARET LEY.
DAUGHTER to that good Earl, once President
Till the sad breaking of that parliament
Though later born than to have known the days
father flourish’d, yet by you, Madam, methinks I see him living yet;
So well your words his noble virtues praise,
Sweet, be not proud of those two eyes
Love in thy youth, fair Maid, be wise ;
Old Time will make thee colder,
Yet we each day grow older.
Thine eyes like twin stars shining ;
All these will be declining.
And all thy sweets shall borrow;
TO A ROSE.
Go, lovely Rose :
That now she knows,
Tell her that's young
That hadst thou sprung
Small is the worth
Bid her come forth,
Then die! that she
May read in thee :
Drink to me only with thine eyes,
And I will pledge with mine;
And I'll not look for wine.
Doth ask a drink divine :
I would not change for thine.
I sent thee late a rosy wreath,
Not so much honouring thee
It could not wither'd be ;
And sent'st it back to me;
THERE is a garden in her face
Where roses and white lilies blow ;
Wherein all pleasant fruits do grow;
There cherries grow that none may buy,
Those cherries fairly do enclose
Of orient pearl a double row,
They look like rose-buds fill’d with snow :
Her eyes like angels watch them still ;
Her brows like bended bows do stand,
All that approach with eye or hand
Get up, get up for shame! The blooming morn
See how Aurora throws her fair
The dew bespangling herb and tree.
Nay! not so much as out of bed ?
Nay, profanation, to keep in,-