Mary Wroth Poems

Come merry Spring delight us,
For Winter long did spight us,
In pleasure still persever,
Thy beauties ending never:
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Lovers learne to speake but truth,
Sweare not, and your oathes forgoe,
Give your age a constant youth,
Vow noe more then what you'le doe.
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My heart is lost, what can I now expect,
An evening faire after a drowsie day?
Alas, fond Phant'sie, this is not the way,
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Late in the Forrest I did
Cupid
see
Cold, wett, and crying, he had lost his way,
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Juno still jealous of her husband Jove,
Descended from above, on earth to try,
Whether she there could find his chosen Love,
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When I beheld the Image of my deare,
With greedy lookes mine eyes would that way bend,
Feare, and Desire, did inwardly contend;
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Like to huge Clowdes of smoake which well may hide
The face of fairest day, though for a while:
So wrong may shaddow me, till truth doe smile,
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How bless'd bee they, then, who his favors prove,
A life whereof the birth is just desire?
Breeding sweete flame, which harts inuite to move,
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He that shuns Love, doth love himselfe the lesse,
And cursed he whose spirit, not admires
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Bee from the Court of Love, and Reason torne,
For Love in Reason now doth put his trust,
Desert, and liking are together borne
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