| Herbert J.C. Grierson, ed. (1886–1960). Metaphysical Lyrics & Poems of the 17th C. 1921. |
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| John Hall |
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| 52. The Call |
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| ROMIRA, stay, | |
| And run not thus like a young Roe away, | |
| No enemie | |
| Pursues thee (foolish girle) tis onely I, | |
| I'le keep off harms, | 5 |
| If thou'l be pleas'd to garrison mine arms; | |
| What dost thou fear | |
| I'le turn a Traitour? may these Roses here | |
| To palenesse shred, | |
| And Lilies stand disguised in new Red, | 10 |
| If that I lay | |
| A snare, wherein thou wouldst not gladly stay; | |
| See see the Sunne | |
| Does slowly to his azure Lodging run, | |
| Come sit but here | 15 |
| And presently hee'l quit our Hemisphere, | |
| So still among | |
| Lovers, time is too short or else too long; | |
| Here will we spin | |
| Legends for them that have Love Martyrs been, | 20 |
| Here on this plain | |
| Wee'l talk Narcissus to a flour again; | |
| Come here, and chose | |
| On which of these proud plats thou would repose, | |
| Here maist thou shame | 25 |
| The rusty Violets, with the Crimson flame | |
| Of either cheek, | |
| And Primroses white as thy fingers seek, | |
| Nay, thou maist prove | |
| That mans most Noble Passion is to Love. | 30 |
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