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Come liue wth me and be my love, [f. 76v] |
And we will some new pleasures prove |
Of golden sands, and Christall brooks |
Wth silken lines, and silver hookes.| |
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There will the river whispering runne |
Warmd by thy eyes, more then the sunne |
And there the enamourd fish will stay |
Begging themselves they may betray; |
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When thou wilt swimme* in yt liue bath |
Each fish wth every channell hath |
Will amorously to thee swimme |
Gladder to katch thee, then thou him. |
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If thou to be so seene beest loath |
By Sunne or Moone, thou darknest both |
And if my self haue leaue to see |
I need not their light having thee.| |
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Lett others freeze with angling reeds |
And cutt their leggs, wth shells and weeds |
Or trecherously poore fish besett |
Wth strangling snare, or windowy nett; |
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Lett course hold* hands, from slymy nest |
The bedded fish in bancks outwrest |
Or Curious Traytors, Sleaue-silke flies |
Bewitch poore fishes wandring eyes.|
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