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.'
��212. Jjove* s Emblems
XTOW the lusty spring is seen;
- Golden yellow, gaudy blue,
Daintily invite the view : Everywhere on every green 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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