Rise; and put on your foliage, and be seen

To come forth, like the Spring-time, fresh and green,

And sweet as Flora. Take no care

For jewels for your gown, or hair:
Fear not; the leaves will strew

Gems in abundance upon you:

Besides, the childhood of the day has kept,
Against you come, some orient pearls unwept :
Come, and receive them while the light

Hangs on the dew-locks of the night:

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And Titan on the eastern hill

Retires himself, or else stands still

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Till you come forth. Wash, dress, be brief in praying Few beads are best, when once we go a Maying.

Come, my Corinna, come; and coming, mark
How each field turns a street; each street a park
Made green, and trimm'd with trees: see how
Devotion gives each house a bough

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Or branch Each porch, each door, ere this,
An ark, a tabernacle is,

Made up of white-thorn neatly interwove;

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As if here were those cooler shades of love.

Can such delights be in the street,
And open fields, and we not see't?
Come, we'll abroad: and let's obey

The proclamation made for May:

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And sin no more, as we have done, by staying;
But, my Corinna, come, let's go a Maying.

There's not a budding boy, or girl, this day,

But is got up, and gone to bring in May.
A deal of youth, ere this, is come
Back, and with white-thorn laden home.

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Some have despatch'd their cakes and cream,
Before that we have left to dream:

And some have wept, and woo'd, and plighted troth,

And chose their priest, ere we can cast off sloth:

Many a green-gown has been given;

Many a kiss, both odd and even :

Many a glance too has been sent
From out the eye, Love's firmament:

Many a jest told of the keys betraying

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This night, and locks pick'd :-Yet we're not a Maying.

-Come, let us go, while we are in our prime;

And take the harmless folly of the time!

We shall grow old apace, and die

Before we know our liberty.

Our life is short and our days run As fast away as does the sun :— And as a vapour, or a drop of rain Once lost, can ne'er be found again :

So when or you or I are made

A fable, song, or fleeting shade;
All love, all liking, all delight

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Lies drown'd with us in endless night.

Then while time serves, and we are but decaying,
Come, my Corinna! come, let's go a Maying.

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WHENAS in silks my Julia goes
Then, then (methinks) how sweetly flows
That liquefaction of her clothes.

Next, when I cast mine eyes and see
That brave vibration each way free;
O how that glittering taketh me!

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XXXVII.

3.

My Love in her attire doth shew her wit,

It doth so well become her:

For every season she hath dressings fit,

For Winter, Spring, and Summer.

No beauty she doth miss
When all her robes are on:

But Beauty's self she is

When all her robes are gone.

Anon.

CXX1.

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XXXVIII.

XXXIX.

ON A GIRDLE.

THAT which her slender waist confined
Shall now my joyful temples bind :
No monarch but would give his crown
His arms might do what this has done.

It was my Heaven's extremest sphere,
The pale which held that lovely deer:
My joy, my grief, my hope, my love
Did all within this circle move.

CXXII.

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A narrow compass! and yet there
Dwelt all that's good, and all that's fair:
Give me but what this ribband bound,
Take all the rest the Sun goes round.

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E. Waller.

A MYSTICAL ECSTASY.

CXXIII.

E'EN like two little bank-dividing brooks,

That wash the pebbles with their wanton streams, And having ranged and search'd a thousand nooks,

Meet both at length in silver-breasted Thames,
Where in a greater current they conjoin:

So I my Best-Belovéd's am: so He is mine.

E'en so we met; and after long pursuit,

E'en so we join'd; we both became entire;

No need for either to renew a suit,

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For I was flax and he was flames of fire: Our firm-united souls did more than twine; So I my Best-Belovéd's am; so he is mine.

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If all those glittering Monarchs that command
The servile quarters of this earthly ball,
Should tender, in exchange, their shares of land,

I would not change my fortunes for them all :
Their wealth is but a counter to my coin:
The world's but theirs; but my Belovéd's mine.
F. Quarles.

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CXXIV.

XL.

TO ANTHEA WHO MAY COMMAND HIM
ANY THING.

BID me to live, and I will live

Thy Protestant to be:

Or bid me love, and I will give
A loving heart to thee.

A heart as soft, a heart as kind,

A heart as sound and free

As in the whole world thou canst find,
That heart I'll give to thee.

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