| The Curve, thy roguish brows, bow-wise, On Thy fore-head did cast |
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| Behoving 'tis that charmers all To thee should homage pay |
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| The Winecup in hand whoso doth hold |
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| Not each 'tis that kindleth her face, Heart-charmership's way who knoweth |
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| My hand from the quest I will not Withhold till my need forth cometh |
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| A Thousand thanks that I see thee Again, to my full intent |
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| The Fragrance of love I've scented, The lightning of union see |
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| Eyes an ocean making, patience To the wilderness I'll cast |
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| From thine enjoyment Paradise Doth lustre take and e'en |
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| Cupbearer, come, for the Friend From her visage the veil hath taken |
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