George Etherege (Джордж Этеридж)

To a Very Young Lady

Sweetest bud of beauty, may
No untimely frost decay
Th' early glories which we trace
Blooming in thy matchless face:
But kindly opening, like the rose,
Fresh beauties every day disclose,
Such as by Nature are not shown
In all the blossoms she has blown:
And then, what conquest shall you make,
Who hearts already daily take!
Scorch'd in the morning with thy beams,
How shall we bear those sad extremes
Which must attend thy threat'ning eyes
When thou shalt to thy noon arise? 

1. Song from Love in a Tub
2. A Drinking Song
3. Song
4. Стихи для леди, которая спросила, как долго я буду любить её • To a Lady Asking Him How Long He Would Love Her

Edmund Waller (Эдмунд Уоллер) To a Very Young Lady ("Why came I so untimely forth")

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