A Song to the Maskers
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| See: Hesperides Published 1648. |
(15.) A Song to the Maskers
Come down, and dance ye in the toyle
Of pleasures, to a Heate;
But if to moisture, Let the oyle
Of Roses be your sweat.
2. Not only to your selves assume
These sweets, but let them fly;
From this, to that, and so Perfume
E'ne all the standers by.
3 As Goddesse Isis (when she went,
Or glided through the street)
Made all that touch't her with her scent,
And whom she touch't, turne sweet.
