George Wither (Джордж Уидер)

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Amarillis I did woo,
And I courted Phillis too;
Daphne, for her love, I chose;
Cloris, for that damask rose
In her cheek, I held as dear;
Yea, a thousand liked well near.
And, in love with all together,
Fearèd the enjoying either;
'Cause to be of one possest,
Barred the hope of all the rest.

1. Lilies Without, Lilies Within
2. The Muse
3. On the Death of Prince Henry
4. The Virtuous Man
5. For Seasonable Weather

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