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Ben Jonson - Song To Celia - I
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Come, my Celia, let us prove
While we may the sports of love;
Time will not be ours forever,
He at length our good will sever.

Spend not then his gifts in vain;
Suns that set may rise again,
But if once we lose this light,
`Tis with us perpetual night.

Why should we defer our joys?
Fame and rumour are but toys.
Cannot we delude the eyes
Of a few poor household spies?
Or his easier ears beguile,
So removed by our wile?

`Tis no sin love`s fruits to steal;
But the sweet theft to reveal,
To be taken, to be seen,
These have crimes accounted been.
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