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Her. Believe it, dearest, there's not one
I' th' Court that's half so comely.
I prithee stay.
Ama. I must away;
Let's kiss first, then we'll sever.
Ambo. And though we bid adieu to-day,
We shall not part for ever.
I' th' Court that's half so comely.
I prithee stay.
Ama. I must away;
Let's kiss first, then we'll sever.
Ambo. And though we bid adieu to-day,
We shall not part for ever.
Maunds, baskets.
1069. TO JULIA.
Help me, Julia, for to pray,
Matins sing, or matins say:
This, I know, the fiend will fly
Far away, if thou be'st by.
Bring the holy water hither,
Let us wash and pray together;
When our beads[1] are thus united,
Then the foe will fly affrighted.
Matins sing, or matins say:
This, I know, the fiend will fly
Far away, if thou be'st by.
Bring the holy water hither,
Let us wash and pray together;
When our beads[1] are thus united,
Then the foe will fly affrighted.
- ↑ Beads, prayers.
1070. TO ROSES IN JULIA'S BOSOM.
Roses, you can never die,
Since the place wherein ye lie,
Heat and moisture mix'd are so
As to make ye ever grow.
Since the place wherein ye lie,
Heat and moisture mix'd are so
As to make ye ever grow.
1071. TO THE HONOURED MASTER ENDYMION
PORTER.
When to thy porch I come and ravish'd see
The state of poets there attending thee,
Those bards and I, all in a chorus sing:
We are thy prophets, Porter, thou our king.
The state of poets there attending thee,
Those bards and I, all in a chorus sing:
We are thy prophets, Porter, thou our king.
