TWIHAM GARDEN.
BLASTED with sighs, and surrounded with tears,
Hither I e to seek the spring,
And at mine eyes, and at mine ears,
Receive such balms as else cure every thing.
But O ! self-traitor, I d
The spider Love, which transubstantiates all,
And vert manna to gall ;
And that this place may thhly be thought
True paradise, I have the serpent brought.
Twere wholesomer for me that winter did
Benight the glory of this place,
And that a grave frost did forbid
These trees to laugh and mock me to my face ;
But that I may not this disgrace
Endure, nor yet leave loving, Love, let me
Some senseless piece of this place be ;
Make me a mandrake, so I may grow here,
Or a stone fountain weeping out my year.
Hither with crystal phials, lovers, e,
And take my tears, which are loves wine,
And try your mistress tears at home,
For all are false, that taste not just like mine.
Alas ! hearts do not in eyes shine,
Nor you more judge womens thoughts by tears,
Than by her ……（内容加载失败！）
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