Love
Bethsabe Bathing
From Lyrics from the Dramatists of the Elizabethan Age, ed. A. H. Bullen (London: Nimmo, 1889)
Love
Hot sun, cool fire, tempered with sweet air,
Black shade, fair nurse, shadow my white hair:
Shine, sun; burn, fire; breathe, air, and ease me;
Black shade, fair nurse, shroud me, and please me:
Shadow, my sweet nurse, keep me from burning,
Make not my glad cause cause of mourning.
Let not my beauty's fire
Inflame unstaid desire,
Nor pierce any bright eye
That wandereth lightly.
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Peele, George. “Bethsabe Bathing.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/peele/12/.
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Peele, George. “Bethsabe Bathing.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/peele/12/.
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