Doing, a filthy pleasure is, and short And done, we straight repent us of the sport Let us not rush blindly on unto it, Like lustful beasts, that only know to do it For lust will languish, and that heat decay, But thus, thus, keeping endless Holy-
Doing, a filthy pleasure is, and short And done, we straight repent us of the sport Let us not rush blindly on unto it, Like lustful beasts, that only know to do it For lust will languish, and that heat decay, But thus, thus, keeping endless Holy-
Come my Celia, let us prove, While we can, the sports of love Time will not be ours forever He at length our good will sever. Spend not then his gifts in vain Suns that set may rise again, But if once we lose this light 'Tis with us perpetual night.
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