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MAY TIME 



HYRSIS and Milla, arm in arm together. 



In merry may-time to the green garden walked, 



Where all the way they wanton riddles talked ; 



The youthful boy, kissing her cheeks so rosy, 



Beseeched her there to gather him a posy. 



She straight her light green silken coats uptucked, 



And may for Mill and thyme for Thyrsis plucked ; 



Which when she brought, he clasped her by the 



middle 

 And kissed her sweet, but could not read her riddle. 

 ' Ah, fool ! ' with that the nymph set up a laughter. 

 And blushed, and ran away, and he ran after. 



THOMAS MORLEY. 



THERE IS A GARDEN IN HER FACE 



THERE is a garden in her face 

 Where roses and white lilies grow ; 

 A heavenly paradise is that place 

 Wherein all pleasant fruits do grow. 



There cherries grow which none may buy. 

 Till ' Cherry ripe ' themselves do cry. 



Those cherries fairly do enclose 

 Of orient pearl a double row, 

 Which when her lovely laughter shows. 

 They look like rosebuds filled with snow ; 

 Yet them nor peer nor prince can buy, 

 Till ' Cherry ripe ' themselves do cry. 



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