William Drummond (Уильям Драммонд)

Stolen Pleasure

My sweet did sweetly sleep,
And on her rosy face
Stood tears of pearl, which beauty’s self did weep;
I, wond’ring at her grace,
Did all amaz’d remain,
When Love said, “Fool, can looks thy wishes crown?
Time past comes not again.”
Then did I me bow down,
And kissing her fair breast, lips, cheeks, and eyes
Prov’d here on earth the joys of paradise. 

1. Who Hath Not Seen into Her Saffron Bed
2. Madrigal
3. Like the Idalian Queen
4. Ora
5. For the Baptist

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