George Peele quotes

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Let not my beauty's fire
Inflame unstaid desire,
Nor pierce any bright eye
That wandereth lightly.
His golden locks time hath to silver turned;
O time too swift, O swiftness never ceasing!
My love is fair, my love is gay,
As fresh as bin the flowers in May
Mars and she played even and odd.
And as my wit doth best devise,
Love's dwelling is in ladies' eyes,
When as the rye reach to the chin,
And chopcherry, chopcherry ripe within,
Fair maid, white and red,
Comb me smooth, and stroke my head;
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