Poems, with a maske by Thomas Carew ... ; the songs were set in musick by Mr. Henry Lawes ...

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Poems, with a maske by Thomas Carew ... ; the songs were set in musick by Mr. Henry Lawes ...
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Carew, Thomas, 1595?-1639?
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London :: Printed for H.M., and are to be sold by J. Martin ...,
1651.
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Page 56

A Pastorall Dialogue. Celia. Cleon.

AS Celia rested in the shade With Cleon by her side, The Swain thus courted the young Maid, And thus the Nymph repli'd
CL.
Sweet! let thy Captive fetrers wear Made of thine arms, and hands; Till such as thraldom scorn, of fear, Envie those happy bands.
CE.
Then thus my willing arms I wind About thee, and am so Thy pris'ner; for my self I bind, Vntill I let thee go.
CL.
Happy that slave, whom the fair foe Tyes in so soft a chain,
CE.
Farre happier I, but that I know Thou wilt break loose again,
CL.
By thy immortall beauties never,
CE.
Frail as thy love's thine oath.

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CL.
Though beauty fade, my faith lasts ever.
CE.
Time will destroy them both.
CL.
I dote not on thy snow-white skin.
CE.
What then?
CL.
Thy purer mind.
CE.
It lov'd too soon.
CL.
Thou hadst not been So fair, if not so kind.
CE.
Oh strange vaine fancy!
CL.
But yet true.
CE.
Prove it,
CL.
Then make brade Of those loose flames that circle you, My sun, and yet your shade.
CE.
'Tis done.
CL.
Now give it me.
CE.
Thus thou Shalt thine own errour find, If these were beauties, I am now Lesse fair, because more kind.
CL.
You shall confess you erre; that hair Shal it not change the hue, Or leave the golden mountain bare?
CE.
Ay me! it is too true
CL.
But this small wreath, shall ever stay In its first native prime, And smiling when the rest decay, The triumphs sing of time.

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CE
Then let me cut from thy fair grove, One branch, and let that be An emblem of eternall love; For such is mine to thee.
CL
Thus are we both redeem'd from time, I by thy grace.
CE.
And I Shall live in thy immortall rime, Vntill the Muses dye.
CL
By heaven!
CE.
Swear not; if I must weep, Iove shall not smile at me. This kiss, my heart, and thy faith keep.
CL.
This breathes my soul to thee.
Then forth the thicket Thirsis rush'd, Where he saw all their play: The swain stood still, and smil'd, and blush'd, The Nymph fled fast away.
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