After the feast, my Shapcot, see

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After the rare arch-poet, Jonson, died,

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Ah, Lycidas, come tell me why,

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Ah me! I love; give him your hand to kiss,

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Ah, my Perilla! dost thou grieve to see

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Ah, Posthumus! our years hence fly,

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A little saint best fits a little shrine,

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Along, come along,

Am I despis'd, because you say,
Among the myrtles as I walk'd,
Among thy fancies, tell me this:
And, cruel maid, because I see
As gillyflowers do but stay
As Julia once a slumb'ring lay,
Ask me why I send you here
As lately I a garland bound

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Bacchus, let me drink no more;

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Begin with Jove; then is the work half done,

Be not proud, but now incline

Be the mistress of my choice
Biancha, let

Bid me to live, and I will live
Blessings in abundance come
Born I was to meet with age,

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Bright tulips, we do know

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Brisk methinks I am, and fine,

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Burn or drown me, choose ye whether,

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By the next kindling of the day,
By those soft tods of wool,

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Call me no more,

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Come; and let's in solemn wise

Charm me asleep, and melt me so

Cherry-ripe, ripe, ripe, (I cry)
Choose me your valentine;

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Come with the spring-time forth, fair maid;

Down with the rosemary, and so

Droop, droop no more, nor hang the head
Drowning, drowning I espy

"Fill me a mighty bowl

Fill me my wine in crystal; thus, and thus 141 First April, she with mellow show'rs

First, may the hand of bounty bring

First offer incense; then thy field and meads

Fled are the frosts, and now the fields appear. 166

Fly me not, though I be grey,

Fold now thine arms, and hang the head,

For a kiss or two, confess.

For brave comportment, wit without offence,

Fresh strewings allow

From noise of scarefires rest ye free;:

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For my part, I never care

Frolick virgins once these were

From the temple to your home

From this bleeding hand of mine

Gather ye rose-buds while ye may,

Give me one kiss,

Get up, get up for shame; the blooming morn 43

Give me wine, and give me meat,

Give way, give way ye gates; and win

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Here a solemn fast we keep :
Here down my wearied limbs I'll lay,
Here, here live with what my board
Here lies a virgin, and as sweet

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Here lies Jonson, with the rest

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Honour to you, who sit

How fierce was I, when I did see
How Love came in I do not know,

I brake thy bracelet 'gainst my will;

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I bring ye love

I call, I call!

What will love do?
Who do ye call?

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I could But see thee yesterday

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I could wish you all, who love,

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I dare not ask a kiss,

I do love I know not what,

I do not love to wed,

I dreamt the roses one time went

I dreamt we both were in a bed

I have been wanton, and too bold, I fear,

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have lost, and lately, these

held Love's head while it did ache;

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I'm sick of love; "O let me lie
In a dream, Love bade me go
In all thy need be thou possest
Instead of orient pearls, of jet
In this little urn is laid

I play'd with love, as with the fire
I saw about her spotless wrist

I saw a cherry weep, and why?

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I send, I send here my supremest kiss

I sing thy praise, Iacchus,

Is this a life; to break thy sleep,

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It was, and still my care is

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Julia, when thy Herrick dies,

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I, who have favoured many, come to be

I will confess,

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Kindle the Christmas brand, and then

Laid out for dead; let thy last kindness be
Let fair or foul my mistress be,
Let there be patrons, "patrons like to thee,
Let us now take time, and play,
Lilies will languish, violets look ill,
Live, live with me; and thou shalt see
Love and myself, believe me, on a day.
Love brought me to a silent grove;
Love, I have broke

Love in a show'r of blossoms came

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Make me a heav'n, and make me there

May his pretty Dukeship grow

Methought, last night Love in an anger came,

Mighty Neptune, may it please

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Mine eyes, like clouds, were drizzling rain;

My head doth ache;

My soul would one day go and seek

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