John Marston (Джон Марстон)

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DELICIOUS Beauty, that doth lie
Wrapped in a skin of ivory,
Lie still, lie still upon thy back,
And, Fancy, let no sweet dreams lack
To tickle her, to tickle her with pleasing thoughts.

But if thy eyes are open full,
Then deign to view an honest gull
That stands, that stands expecting still
When that thy casement open will;
And bless his eyes, and bless his eyes with one kind glance. 

1. To Everlasting Oblivion
2. O Love, How Strangely Sweet
3. If Love Be Holy, If That Mystery
4. The Nut-Brown Ale
5. Наказание зла • The Scourge of Villainy

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