Song: “Ask me no more where Jove bestows”

Ask me no more where Jove bestows, When June is past, the fading rose; For in your beauty’s orient deep, These flowers, as in their causes, sleep. Ask me no more whither do stray The golden atoms of the day; For in pure love heaven did prepare Those powders to enrich your hair. Ask me no more whither doth haste The nightingale when May is past; For in your sweet dividing throat, She winters and keeps warm her note. Ask me no more where those stars light That downward fall in dead of night; For in your eyes they sit, and there Fixèd become as in their sphere. Ask me no more if east or west The Phœnix builds her spicy nest; For unto you at last she flies, And in your fragrant bosom dies.

Collection: 
1615
Sub Title: 
I. Admiration

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