Poem by George Wither

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Amarillis I did woo,
And I courted Phillis too;
Daphne, for her love, I chose;
Cloris, for that damask rose
In her cheek, I held as dear;
Yea, a thousand liked well near.
And, in love with all together,
Fearèd the enjoying either;
'Cause to be of one possest,
Barred the hope of all the rest.

1. The Lord Is King
2. For Seasonable Weather
3. Her Beauty
4. Lilies Without, Lilies Within
5. Song (Lordly gallants!)

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