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Was an English poet and satirist.
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George Wither's poems
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Five Termes, there be, which five I doe apply
To all, that was, and is, and shall be done.
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Me so oft my fancy drew
Here and there, that I ne'er knew
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When with a serious musing I behold
The grateful and obsequious marigold,
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Shall I wasting in despair
Die because a woman's fair?
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I loved a lass, a fair one,
As fair as e'er was seen;
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How near me came the hand of Death,
When at my side he struck my dear,
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Veil, Lord, mine eyes till she be past,
When Folly tempts my sight;
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Hence away, thou siren, leave me,
Pish! unclasp those wanton arms,
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SHALL I, wasting in despair,
Die because a woman 's fair?
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