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. Your Awful Voice
3. Prepare, Prepare
4. Love Quickly Is Pall'd
5. Love in Their Little Veins Inspires

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