Thomas Campion A Booke of Ayres.                     XVII. Your faire lookes enflame my desire :     Quench it againe with loue. Stay, O striue not still to retire :     Doe not in humane proue. If loue may perswade,     Loues pleasures, deere, denie not. Heere is a silent grouie shade ;     O tarrie then, and flie not. Haue I seaz'd my heauenly delight     In this vnhaunted groue ? Time shall now her furie requite     With the reuenge of loue. Then come, sweetest, come,     My lips with kisses gracing ; Here let vs harbour all alone,     Die, die in sweete embracing. Will you now so timely depart,     And not returne againe ? Your sight lends such life to my hart     That to depart is paine. Feare yeelds no delay,     Securenes helpeth pleasure : Then, till the time giues safer stay,     O farewell, my liues treasure.

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