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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=344370" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To Songs At the Marriage Of The Lord Fauconberg And The Lady Mary Cromwell</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">song Fauc1</div><div style="margin:10px 0">   First.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">[Chorus. Endymion. Luna.]</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Chorus.<br>Th' Astrologers own Eyes are set,<br>And even Wolves the Sheep forget;<br>Only this Shepherd, late and soon,<br>Upon this Hill outwakes the Moon.<br>Heark how he sings, with sad delight,<br>Thorough the clear and silent Night.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Endymion<br>Cynthia, O Cynthia, turn thine Ear,<br>nor scorn Endymions plaints to hear.<br>As we our Flocks, so you command<br>The fleecy Clouds with silver wand.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Cynthia<br>If thou a Mortal, rather sleep;<br>Or if a Shepherd, watch thy Sheep.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Endmymion<br>The Shepherd, since he saw thine Eyes,<br>And Sheep are both thy Sacrifice.<br>Nor merits he a Mortal's name,<br>That burns with an immortal Flame.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Cynthia<br>I have enough for me to do,<br>Ruling the Waves that Ebb and Flow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Endymion<br>Since thou disdain'st not then to share<br>On Sublunary things thy Care;<br>Rather restrain these double Seas,<br>Mine Eyes uncessant deluges.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Cynthia<br>My wakeful Lamp all night must move,<br>Securing their Repose above.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Endymion<br>If therefore thy resplendent Ray<br>Can make a Night more bright then Day;<br>Shine thorough this obscurer Brest,<br>With shades of deep Despair opprest.<br>Chorus.<br>Courage, Endymion, boldly Woo,<br>Anchises was a Shepheard too:<br>Yet is her younger Sister laid<br>Sporting with him in Ida's shade:<br>And Cynthia, though the strongest,<br>Seeks but the honour to have held out longest.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Endymion<br>Here unto Latmos Top I climbe:<br>How far below thine Orbe sublime?<br>O why, as well as Eyes to see,<br>Have I not Armes that reach to thee?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Cynthia<br>'Tis needless then that I refuse,<br>Would you but your own Reason use.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Endymion<br>Though I so high may not pretend,<br>It is the same so you descend.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Cynthia<br>These Stars would say I do them wrong,<br>Rivals each one for thee too strong.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Endymion<br>The Stars are fix'd unto their Sphere,<br>And cannot, though they would, come near.<br>Less Loves set of each others praise,<br>While Stars Eclypse by mixing Rayes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Cynthia<br>That Cave is dark.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Endymion<br>Then none can spy:<br>Or shine Thou there and 'tis the Sky.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Chorus.<br>Joy to Endymion,<br>For he has Cynthia's favour won.<br>And Jove himself approves<br>With his serenest influence their Loves.<br>For he did never love to pair<br>His Progeny above the Air;<br>But to be honest, valiant, wise,<br>Makes Mortals matches fit for Deityes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">song Fauc2</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  Second Song.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">[Hobbinol. Phillis. Tomalin.]</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hobbinol<br>Phillis, Tomalin, away:<br>Never such a merry day.<br>For the Northern Shepheards Son<br>Has Menalca's daughter won.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Phillis<br>Stay till I some flow'rs ha'ty'd<br>In a Garland for the Bride.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Tomalin<br>If Thou would'st a Garland bring,<br>Philiis you may wait the Spring:<br>They ha' chosen such an hour<br>When She is the only flow'r.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Phillis<br>Let's not then at least be seen<br>Without each a Sprig of Green.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hobbinol<br>Fear not; at Menalca's Hall<br>There is Bayes enough for all.<br>He when Young as we did graze,<br>But when Old he planted Bayes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Tomalin<br>Here She comes; but with a Look<br>Far more catching then my Hook.<br>'Twas those Eyes, I now dare swear,<br>Led our Lambs we knew not where.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hobbinol<br>Not our Lambs own Fleeces are<br>Curl'd so lovely as her Hair:<br>Nor our Sheep new Wash'd can be<br>Half so white or sweet as She.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Phillis<br>He so looks as fit to keep<br>Somewhat else then silly Sheep.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hobbinol<br>Come, lets in some Carol new<br>Pay to Love and Them their due.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All.<br>Joy to that happy Pair,<br>Whose Hopes united banish our Despair.<br>What Shepheard could for Love pretend,<br>Whil'st all the Nymphs on Damon's choice attend?<br>What Shepherdess could hope to wed<br>Before Marina's turn were sped?<br>Now lesser Beauties may take place,<br>And meaner Virtues come in play;<br>While they,<br>Looking from high,<br>Shall grace<br>Our Flocks and us with a propitious Eye.<br>But what is most, the gentle Swain<br>No more shall need of Love complain;<br>But Virtue shall be Beauties hire,<br>And those be equal that have equal Fire.<br>Or who despair, now Damon does enjoy?<br>Marina yields. Who dares be coy?<br>Joy to that happy Pair,<br>Whose Hopes united banish our Despair.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Andrew+Marvell">Andrew Marvell</a><div class=q>
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[Chorus. Endymion. Luna.]

Chorus.
Th' Astrologers own Eyes are set,
And even Wolves the Sheep forget;
Only this Shepherd, late and soon,
Upon this Hill outwakes the Moon.
Heark how he sings, with sad delight,
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