Tixall Poetry/A Fragment
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XVI.
A Fragment.
Deare, let me die in this faire breast,
Far sweeter then the Phenix nest:
Love raise desires by thy sweet charmes,
Within this circle of her armes;
And let her blisfull wishes cherish
My infant ioyes, that els must perish.
Far sweeter then the Phenix nest:
Love raise desires by thy sweet charmes,
Within this circle of her armes;
And let her blisfull wishes cherish
My infant ioyes, that els must perish.