COME, Shepherds, come Come away without delay, Whilst the gentle time doth stay. Green woods are dumb, And will never tell to any Those dear kisses, and those many Sweet embraces that are given, Dainty pleasures that would even Raise in coldest age a fire, And give virgin blood desire: Then if ever, Now or never Come and have it: Think not I Dare deny, If you crave it. |