Upon Julia's Clothes
Whenas in silks my Julia goes,
Then then, methinks, how sweetly it flows
That liquefaction of her clothes.
Next, when I cast mine eyes, and see
That brave vibration, each way free,
O how that glittering taketh me!
-1648
Whenas in silks my Julia goes,
Then then, methinks, how sweetly it flows
That liquefaction of her clothes.
Next, when I cast mine eyes, and see
That brave vibration, each way free,
O how that glittering taketh me!
-1648
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