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.
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- 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.
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- 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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