BEN JONSON
Earth, let not thy envious shade
Dare itself to interpose; Cynthia's shining orb was made
Heaven to clear when day did close* Bless us then with wished sight, Goddess excellently bright.
Lay thy bow of pearl apart,
And thy crystal -shin ing quiver, Give unto the flying hart
Space to breathe, how short soever. Thou that mak'st a day of night Goddess excellently bright.
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��795 To Celia
^RINK to me only with thine eyes,
And I will pledge with mine, Or leave a kiss but in the cup
And I'll not look for wine The thirst that from the soul doth rise
Doth ask a drink divine, But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.
I sent thee late a rosy wreath,
Not so much honouring thee As giving it a hope that there
It could not wither'd be, But thou thereon didst only breathe,
And sent'st it back to me; Since when it grows, and smells, I swear,
Not of itself but thee!
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