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The Sun=beames, in the East are spred, Leaue leaue faire Bride your solitarie bed; No, more shall yow returne to itt alone; Itt nourceth sadness, and your bodies print, Like too a grave, the yealding downe doth dint, Yow, and your other: you meete there anon, Put forth, put forth, that warme balme breathing thigh Which when next tyme yow in these sheets will smother There itt mvst meete another Which neuer was, but mvst bee oft more nigh Come glad from thence, go gladder then yow came To daie put on perfection, and a Womans name. Daughters of London, yow which bee Of Golden Mines, And furnisht treasurie; Yow which are Angells, yett still bringe with you Thousands of Angells on your Mariage daies Helpe with your presence, and deuise to praise These rites which also vnto yow growe due Conceitedly dress her and bee assignd By yow fitt place for everie flower and Iewell Make her for loue fitt fewell As gray as Flora, and as rich as Inde Soe may shee faire, rich, glad, and in nothinge lame To daie putt on perfection and a womans name. |
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