The Pickering Manuscript/The Golden Net
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The Golden Net
Three Virgins at the break of dayWhither young Man whither awayAlas for woe! alas for woe!They cry & tears for ever flow The one was Clothd in flames of fireThe other Clothd in iron wireThe other Clothd in tears & sighsDazling bright before my EyesThey bore a Net of Golden twineTo hang upon the Branches finePitying I wept to see the woe That Love & Beauty undergoTo be consumd in burning FiresAnd in ungratified DesiresAnd in tears clothd Night & DayMelted all my Soul awayWhen they saw my Tears a SmileThat did Heaven itself beguileBore the Golden Net aloftAs on downy Pinions softOver the Morning of my Day Underneath the Net I strayNow intreating Burning FireNow intreating Iron WireNow intreating Tears & SighsO when will the morning rise