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Wilson, John, 1595-1674

Wilson, John, 1595-1674 : [Aske mee no more whether doth stray] [from Wilson, John, 1595-1674 / Songbooks (1500-1700): Cheerfull Ayres (1660) ]

1          Aske mee no more whether doth stray
2          Those golden Attoms of the day,
3          For in pure Love the Heavens prepare,
4          That powder to enrich thy hayre,

5          Aske me no More where those starres light,
6          That downeward shoote in dead of night,
7          For in thine Eyes they set and there,
8          Fixed become as in their Spheare

9          Aske me no more where Jove bestowes
10        When June is gone the flaming Rose,
11        For in thy beautyes Orient deepe,
12        All flowres as in their causes sleepe.

13        Nor aske me more if East or West
14        The Phoenix builds her Spicie Nest,
15        For unto thee at last shee flies
16        And in thy fragrand bosome dyes.

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