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William Stanley Braithwaite, ed.  The Book of Elizabethan Verse.  1907.
By Ben Jonson (1572–1637)
COME, my Celia, let us prove,
While we may the sports of Love;
Time will not be ours for ever,
He at length our good will sever.
Spend not then his gifts in vain:        5
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.        10
Cannot we delude the eyes
Of a few poor household spies?
Or his easier ears beguile,
So removèd by our wile?
’Tis no sin Love’s fruit to steal,        15
But the sweet theft to reveal:
  To be taken, to be seen,
  These have crimes accounted been.

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