| William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Restoration Verse. 1910. | | | | The Call | | By John Hall (1627–1656) |
| | | ROMIRA, stay, | |
| And run not thus like a young roe away; | |
| No enemy | |
| Pursues thee (foolish girl!), ’tis only I: | |
| I’ll keep off harms, | 5 |
| If thou’ll be pleased to garrison mine arms; | |
| What, dost thou fear | |
| I’ll turn a traitor? may these roses here | |
| To paleness shred, | |
| And lilies stand disguisèd in new red, | 10 |
| If that I lay | |
| A snare, wherein thou would’st not gladly stay. | |
| See, see, the Sun | |
| Does slowly to his azure lodging run; | |
| Come, sit but here, | 15 |
| And presently he’ll 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 | |
| We’ll talk Narcissus to a flower again. | |
| Come here, and choose | |
| On which of these proud plats thou would repose; | |
| Here may’st thou shame | 25 |
| The rusty violets, with the crimson flame | |
| Of either cheek, | |
| And primroses white as thy fingers seek; | |
| Nay, thou may’st prove | |
| That man’s most noble passion is to love. | 30 | | | |
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