Thomas Shadwell (Томас Шедвелл)

Dear Pretty Youth

Dear pretty youth, unveil your eyes,
How can you sleep when I am by?
Were I with you all night to be,
Methinks I could from sleep be free.
Alas, my dear, you're cold as stone:
You must no longer lie alone.
But be with me my dear, and I in each arm
Will hug you close and keep you warm.

1. Halcyon Days
2. Prepare, Prepare
3. Love Quickly Is Pall'd
4. Your Awful Voice
5. Nymphs and Shepherds

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