PRAISE A FAIR DAY AT NIGHT 



Then let us walk, my dearest love, 

 And on this carpet strictly prove 

 Each other's vow; from thy request 

 No other love invades my breast. 

 For how can I contemn that fire which Gods 

 admire? 



To crop that rose why dost thou seek, 

 When there's a purer in thy cheek? 

 Like coral held in thy fair hands, 

 Or blood and milk that mingled stands: 

 To whom the Powers and grace have given, a 

 type of Heaven. 



Yon lily stooping t'wards this place, 

 Is a pale shadow for thy face, 

 Under which veil doth seem to rush 

 Modest Endymion's ruddy blush. 

 A blush, indeed, more pure and fair than lilies 

 are. 



Glance on those flowers thy radiant eyes, 



Through which clear beams they'll sympathize 



Reflective love, to make them far 



More glorious than th' Hesperian star, 



For every swain amazed lies, and gazing dies. 



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