Hesperides, or, The works both humane & divine of Robert Herrick, Esq.

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Hesperides, or, The works both humane & divine of Robert Herrick, Esq.
Author
Herrick, Robert, 1591-1674.
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London :: Printed for John Williams and Francis Eglesfield ...,
1648.
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A Dialogue betwixt Horace and Lydia, Translated Anno 1627. and set by Mr. Ro: Ramsey.

Hor.
WHile, Lydia, I was lov'd of thee, Nor any was preferr'd 'fore me To hug thy whitest neck: Then I, The Persian King liv'd not more happily.
Lyd.
While thou no other didst affect, Nor Cloe was of more respect;

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Then Lydia, far-fam'd Lydia, I flourish't more then Roman Ilia.
Hor.
Now Thracian Cloe governs me, Skilfull i'th'Harpe, and Melodie: For whose affection, Lydia, I (So Fate spares her) am well content to die.
Lyd.
My heart now set on fire is By Ornithes sonne, young Calais; For whose commutuall flames here I (To save his life) twice am content to die.
Hor.
Say our first loves we sho'd revoke, And sever'd, joyne in brazen yoke: Admit I Cloe put away, And love againe love-cast-off Lydia?
Lyd.
Though mine be brighter then the Star; Thou lighter then the Cork by far: Rough as th' Adratick sea, yet I Will live with thee, or else for thee will die.
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