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NY TIMES ENTERTAINED HIM. When I through all my many poems look, And see yourself to beautify my book, Methinks that only lustre doth appear A light fulfilling all the region here. Gild still with flames this firmament, and be A lamp eternal to my poetry. Which, if it now or shall hereafter shine, 'Twas by your splendour, lady, not by mine. The oil was yours; and that I owe for yet: _He pays the half who does confess the debt_. 227. TO MUSIC, TO BECALM HIS FEVER. Charm me asleep and melt me so With thy delicious numbers, That, being ravished, hence I go Away in easy slumbers. Ease my sick head And make my bed, Thou power that canst sever From me this ill; And quickly still, Though thou not kill, My fever. Thou sweetly canst convert the same From a consuming fire Into a gentle-licking flame, And make it thus expire. Then make me weep My pains asleep; And give me such reposes That I, poor I, May think thereby I live and die 'Mongst roses. Fall on me like a silent dew, Or like those maiden showers Which, by the peep of day, do strew A baptism o'er the flowers. Melt, melt my pains With thy soft strains; That, having ease me given, With full delight I leave this light, And take my flight For heaven. 228. UPON A GENTLEWOMAN WITH A SWEET VOICE. So long you did not sing or touch your lute, We knew 'twas flesh and blood that there sat mute. But when your playing and your voice came in, 'Twas no more you then, but a cherubin. 229. UPON CUPID. As lately I a garland bound, 'Mongst roses I there Cupid found; I took him, put him in my cup, And drunk with wine, I drank him up. Hence then it is that my poor breast Could never since find any rest. 230. UPON JULIA'S BREASTS. Display thy breasts, my Julia--there let me Behold that circummortal purity, Between whose glories there my lips I'll lay, Ravish'd in that fair _via lactea_. _Circummortal_, more than mortal. 231. BEST TO BE MERRY. Fools are they who never know How the times away do go; But for us, who wisely see Where the bounds of black death be, Let's live merrily, and
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