LACON. For a kiss or two, confess,
What doth cause this pensiveness,
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HERE a little child I stand
Heaving up my either hand;
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What sweeter music can we bring,
Than a Carol, for to sing
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By those soft tods of wool
With which the air is full;
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Thrice, and above, blest, my soul's half, art thou,
In thy both last and better vow;
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My dearest Love, since thou wilt go,
And leave me here behind thee;
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When I love, as some have told
Love I shall, when I am old,
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While the milder fates consent,
Let's enjoy our merriment :
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You are a tulip seen today,
But (Dearest) of so short a stay;
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No news of navies burnt at seas;
No noise of late spawn'd tittyries;
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Is this a life, to break thy sleep,
To rise as soon as day doth peep?
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Three days before the shutting-in of May,
(With whitest wool be ever crown'd that day!)
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Julia, I bring
To thee this Ring.
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Lord, Thou hast given me a cell
Wherein to dwell;
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All things decay with time: The forest sees
The growth and down-fall of her aged trees;
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In man, ambition is the common'st thing;
Each one by nature loves to be a king.
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Virgins promised when I died,
That they would each primrose-tide
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Here a solemn fast we keep,
While all beauty lies asleep;
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Ah Ben!
Say how, or when
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In numbers, and but these few,
I sing thy birth, oh JESU!
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Not all thy flushing suns are set,
Herrick, as yet ;
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Here we securely live, and eat
The cream of meat;
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Born I was to be old,
And for to die here;
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Wassail the trees, that they may bear
You many a plum, and many a pear:
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Wash your hands, or else the fire
Will not tind to your desire;
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Anthea laugh'd, and, fearing lest excess
Might stretch the cords of civil comeliness
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When I behold a forest spread
With silken trees upon thy head;
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We two are last in hell; what may we fear
To be tormented or kept pris'ners here I
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Be my mistress short or tall
And distorted therewithall
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Man may want land to live in; but for all
Nature finds out some place for burial.
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