Out of Catullus
Come and let us live my Deare,
Let us love and never feare,
What the sowrest Fathers say:
Brightest Sol that dies to day
Lives againe as blithe to morrow,
But if we darke sons of sorrow
Set; o then, how long a Night
Shuts the Eyes of our short light!
Then let amorous kisses dwell
On our lips, begin and tell
A Thousand, and a Hundred, score
An Hundred, and a Thousand more,
Till another Thousand smother
That, and that wipe of another.
Thus at last when we have numbred
Many a Thousand, many a Hundred;
Wee’l confound the reckoning quite,
And lose our selves in wild delight:
While our joyes so multiply,
As shall mocke the envious eye.
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Poet Richard Crashaw 1612–1649
POET’S REGION England
SCHOOL / PERIOD 17th Century
Subjects Love, Desire, Infatuation & Crushes
Poems by Richard Crashaw
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SUBJECT Love, Desire, Infatuation & Crushes
POET’S REGION England
SCHOOL / PERIOD 17th Century
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