Poems &c. written by Mr. Ed. Waller ... ; and printed by a copy of his own hand-writing ; all the lyrick poems in this booke were set by Mr. Henry Lawes ...
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Poems &c. written by Mr. Ed. Waller ... ; and printed by a copy of his own hand-writing ; all the lyrick poems in this booke were set by Mr. Henry Lawes ...
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Waller, Edmund, 1606-1687.
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London :: Printed by I.N. for Hu. Mosley ...,
1645.
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"Poems &c. written by Mr. Ed. Waller ... ; and printed by a copy of his own hand-writing ; all the lyrick poems in this booke were set by Mr. Henry Lawes ..." In the digital collection Early English Books Online 2. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A67344.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed April 30, 2024.
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descriptionPage 175
Madam,
AS in some climes the warmer Sun,Makes it full Summer ere the spring's begun,And with ripe fruit the bending boughts can load,Before the violets dare looke abroad:So measure not by any common use,The early love your brighter eyes produce.When lately your fair hand, in womans weed,Wrapt my glad head, I wish't me so indeed,That hasty time might never make me grow,Out of those favours you afford me now;That I might ever such indulgence find,And you not blush or thinke your self too kind,Who now I feare while I these joyes express,Begin to thinke how you may make them less:The sound of love makes your soft heart affraide,And guard it self, though but a child invade,And innocently at your white breast throwA dart as white, a Ball of new faln snow.
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