Cynthia, On Her Faire Eyes (Francis Kynaston Poems)
Looke not upon me with those lovely Eyes, From whom there flies ...
Looke not upon me with those lovely Eyes, From whom there flies ...
Those (Cynthia) that do taste the honey-dew, Of thy moist rosie lips, (who ...
So would a soul, if that it did but know (Being form'd in ...
April is past, then do not shed, Nor do not waste in vain, ...
Of late the heaven with cold was clos'd up so, Frost bound the ...
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