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Come, my Corinna, come; and, coming, mark
How each field turns a street, each street a park
Made green and trimmed with trees; see how
Devotion gives each house a bough Or branch: each porch, each door ere this
As if here were those cooler shades of love.
But, my Corinna, come, let's go a-Maying.
Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,
An ark, a tabernacle is,
Made up of white-thorn, neatly inter- And this same flower that smiles to-day, To-morrow will be dying.
Many a glance too has been sent
From out the eye, love's firmament; Many a jest told of the keys betraying 55 This night, and locks picked, yet we're not a-Maying.
Come, let us go while we are in our prime;
Our life is short, and our days run
And, as a vapor or a drop of rain,
Come, my Corinna, come, let's go a-
TO THE VIRGINS, TO MAKE MUCH OF TIME
The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun, The higher he's a-getting,
The sooner will his race be run, And nearer he's to setting.
That age is best which is the first,
When youth and blood are warmer; But being spent, the worse and worst Times still succeed the former.
HOW ROSES CAME RED
Roses at first were white,
Or they more white should be.
Then be not coy, but use your time,