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 JASPER MAYNE

Insensibly sows wrinkles there Where flowers and roses do appear. Whilst we do speak, our fire Doth into ice expire,

Flames turn to frost; And ere we can Know how our crow turns swan, Or how a silver snow Springs there where jet did grow, Our fading spring is in dull winter lost.

Since then the Night hath hurPd

Darkness, Love's shade, Over its enemy the Day, and made

The world

Just such a blind and shapeless thing As 'twas before light did from darkness spring, Let us employ its treasure And make shade pleasure' Let 'b number out the hours by blisses, And count the minutes by our kisses; Let the heavens new motions feel And by our embraces wheel ; And whilst we try the way By which Love doth convey Soul unto soul, And mingling so Makes them such raptures know As makes them entranced lie

In mutual ecstasy, Let the harmonious spheres in music roll*

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