Whenas in silks my Julia goes,
Then, then, methinks, how sweetly flows
The liquefaction of her clothes.
Next, when I cast mine eyes and see
That brave vibration each way free,
Oh, how that glittering taketh me!
Whenas in silks my Julia goes, Next, when I cast mine eyes and see |
Whenas in silks my Julia goes, Next, when I cast mine eyes and see |