Ad Amicam
Sweet, doe not thy beauty wrong
By thinking still thou art too young,
The rose & lilly in each cheeke
Flourish, & noe more ripenesse seeke.
Those flaming beames, shott from thine eye,
Doe shew Loves Midsomer is nigh.
Thy cherry cheekes red, soft & sweet
Proclaim such fruit for use is meet.
Love's still young, & a buxome boy,
And young things be allowed to toy,
Then lose no time, for love hath wings,
And flies away from aged things.
By thinking still thou art too young,
The rose & lilly in each cheeke
Flourish, & noe more ripenesse seeke.
Those flaming beames, shott from thine eye,
Doe shew Loves Midsomer is nigh.
Thy cherry cheekes red, soft & sweet
Proclaim such fruit for use is meet.
Love's still young, & a buxome boy,
And young things be allowed to toy,
Then lose no time, for love hath wings,
And flies away from aged things.
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