Lucy, you brightness of our sphere, who are
Life of the Muses' day, their morning star!
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Where dost thou careless lie,
Buried in ease and sloth?
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Rhyme, the rack of finest wits,
That expresseth but by fits
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To draw no envy, Shakespeare, on thy name,
Am I thus ample to thy book and fame;
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Underneath this sable hearse
Lies the subject of all verse,
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The ports of death are sins; of life, good deeds:
Through which our merit leads us to our meeds.
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How I do love thee, Beaumont, and thy muse,
That unto me dost such religion use!
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See the chariot at hand here of Love,
Wherein my lady rideth!
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Hear me, O God!
A broken heart
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The fairy beam upon you,
The stars to glister on you;
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Brave infant of Saguntum, clear
Thy coming forth in that great year,
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Donne, the delight of Phoebus and each Muse
Who, to thy one, all other brains refuse;
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Farewell, thou child of my right hand, and joy;
My sin was too much hope of thee, lov'd boy.
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Let it not your wonder move,
Less your laughter, that I love.
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See the chariot at hand here of Love,
Wherein my lady rideth!
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Still to be neat, still to be dressed,
As you were going to a feast;
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FALSE world, good night! since thou hast brought
That hour upon my morn of age;
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THOUGH beauty be the mark of praise,
And yours of whom I sing be such
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For love's sake, kiss me once again;
I long, and should not beg in vain,
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Come, my Celia, let us prove
While we may, the sports of love;
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Wouldst thou hear what man can say
In a little? Reader, stay.
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Have you seen but a bright lily grow
Before rude hands have touched it?
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Epitaphs i
WOULDST thou hear what Man can say
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WEEP with me, all you that read
This little story;
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So breaks the sun earth's rugged chains,
Wherein rude winter bound her veins;
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Still to be neat, still to be dressed,
As you were going to a feast;
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Come, my Celia, let us prove
While we may the sports of love;
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Queen and huntress, chaste and fair,
Now the sun is laid to sleep,
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It is usual
for people in this country
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Follow a shadow, it still flies you;
Seem to fly it, it will pursue:
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