Thomas Dekker (Томас Деккер)

The Invitation

LIVE with me still, and all the measures
Played to by the spheres I'll teach thee;
Let's but thus daily, all the pleasures
The moon beholds, her man shall reach thee.

Dwell in mine arms, aloft we'll hover,
And see fields of armies fighting:
Oh, part not from me! I'll discover
There all but books of fancy's writing.

Be but my darling, age to free thee
From her curse, shall fall a-dying;
Call me thy empress, Time to see thee
Shall forget his art of flying. 

1. Fortune Smiles
2. Beauty Arise
3. Cast Away Care
4. Rose
5. Here Lies The Blithe Spring

Robert Bloomfield (Роберт Блумфилд) The Invitation ("O for the strength to paint my joy once more!")

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