JOHN FLETCHER
Never again deluding love shall know me,
For I will die, And all those griefs that think to overgrow me
Shall be as I- For ever will I sleep, while poor maids cry
'Alas, for pity stay,
And let us die With thee ! Men cannot mock us in the clay.'
2/9 Love's Emblems
r OW the lusty spring is seen;
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��Golden yellow, gaudy blue, Daintily invite the view Everywhere on every giecn Roses blushing as they blow And enticing men to pull, Lilies whiter than the snow,
Woodbines of sweet honey full: All love's emblems, and all cry, 'Ladies, if not pluck'd, we die.'
Yet the lusty spring hath stay'd; Blushing red and purest white Daintily to love invite Every woman, every maid: Cherries kissing as they grow,
And inviting men to taste, Apples even ripe below,
Winding gently to the waist: All love's emblems, and all cry, 'Ladies, if not pluck'd, we die.'
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