Quotes from Clarastella, &c — Robert Heath
b. 1650 England
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Her steps with such an evenness she wove,
As shee could hardly be perceiv’d to move.
Clarastella, &c (1650)
Here the Currans red and white
In yon green bush at her sight
Peep through their shady leaves, and cry
"Come eat me", as she passes by.
Clarastella, &c (1650)
I’l have a young plump amorous Queen,
Ripe though she be not yet fifteen.
’Twixt whose close arms and snowie breast
I may diffuse my heat, and rest.
Clarastella, &c (1650)
Hark how the Lyrick Choristers o’ th’ wood
Warble their cheerful notes! which understood
Would make us think they woo’d and spake
In pure Tibullus phrase, when he did take
His Lesbia to him!
Clarastella, &c (1650)