THE INVITATION

by: Thomas Dekker

      IVE with me still, and all the measures
      Played to by the spheres I'll teach thee;
      Let's but thus daily, all the pleasures
      The moon beholds, her man shall reach thee.
       
      Dwell in mine arms, aloft we'll hover,
      And see fields of armies fighting:
      Oh, part not from me! I'll discover
      There all but [?] books of fancy's writing.
       
      Be but my darling, age to free thee
      From her curse, shall fall a-dying;
      Call me thy empress, Time to see thee
      Shall forget his art of flying.

'The Invitation' was originally published in The Sun's Darling (1656).

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