Tonight, grave sir, both my poor house and I
Do equally desire your company:
Not that we think us worthy such a guest,
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THE TURN
Brave infant of Saguntum, clear
Thy coming forth in that great year,
When the prodigious Hannibal did crown
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Weep with me, all you that read
This little story;
And know for whom a tear you shed,
Death's self is sorry.
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Still to be neat, still to be dressed,
As you were going to a feast;
Still to be powdered, still perfumed:
Lady, it is to be presumed,
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Thou art not, Penshurst, built to envious show,
Of touch, or marble; nor canst boast a row
Of polish'd pillars, or a roofe of gold:
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At court I met it, in clothes brave enough
To be a courtier, and looks grave enough
To seem a statesman: as I near it came,
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This morning, timely rapt with holy fire,
I thought to form unto my zealous Muse
What kind of creature I could most desire,
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THOUGH beauty be the mark of praise,
And yours of whom I sing be such
As not the world can praise too much,
Yet 'tis your Virtue now I raise.
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Drink to me, only, with thine eyes,
And I will pledge with mine;
Or leave a kisse but in the cup,
And Ile not look for wine.
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