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Amarantha sweet and fair
Ah braid no more that shining hair! As my curious hand or eye Hovering round thee let it fly. Let it fly as unconfin'd As its calm ravisher, the wind, Who hath left his darling th'East, To wanton o'er that spicy nest. Ev'ry tress must be confest But neatly tangled at the best; Like a clue of golden thread, Most excellently ravelled. Do not then wind up that light In ribands, and o'er-cloud in night; Like the sun in's early ray, But shake your head and scatter day. See 'tis broke! Within this grove The bower, and the walks of love, Weary lie we down and rest, And fan each other's panting breast. Here we'll strip and cool our fire In cream below, in milk-baths higher: And when all wells are drawn dry, I'll drink a tear out of thine eye, Which our very joys shall leave That sorrows thus we can deceive; Or our very sorrows weep, That joys so ripe, so little keep. Unsatisfied? Search for more:Other Cool Sites:Hot Arts & Stage NewsLyrics Catalogue Sound Tracks Guide Guide to Serials and Shows English Subtitles For DivX Movies Hundreds of Cooking Recipes Over 5000 Cocktails Recipes Cool Online Encyclopedia Cellulars Descriptions and Reviews Algorithms Dictionary Funny Jokes and Anecdotes. Usenet Newsgroups Reader |