Bathing In The River

The fish around her crowded, as they do

To the false light that treacherous fisher shew,

And all with as much ease might taken be,

As she at first took me;

For ne’er did light so clear

Among the waves appear,

Though every night the sun himself set there.

Why to mute fish shouldst thou thyself discover

And not to me, thy no less silent lover?

As some from men their buried gold commit

To ghosts, that have no use of it;

Half their rich treasures so

Maids bury; and for aught we know,

(Poor ignorants!) They’re mermaids all below.

The amorous waves would fain about her stay,

But still new amorous waves drive them away,

And with swift current to those joys they haste

That do as swiftly waste:

I laugh’d the wanton play to view;

But ‘t is, alas! at land so too,

And still old lovers yield the place to new.

Kiss her, and as you part, you amorous waves

(My happier rivals, and my fellow-slaves)

Point to your flowery banks, and to her shew

The good your bounties do;

Then tell her what your pride doth cost,

And how your use and beauty’s lost,

When rigorous winter binds you up with frost.

Tell her, her beauties and her youth, like thee,

Haste without stop to a devouring sea;

Where they will mix’d and undistinguish’d lie

With all the meanest things that die;

As in the ocean thou

No privilege dost know

Above th’ impurest streams that thither flow.

Tell her, kind flood! When this has made her sad,

Tell her there’s yet one remedy to be had;

Show her how thou, though long since past, dost find

Thyself yet still behind:

Marriage (say to her) will bring

About the self-same thing.

But she, fond maid, shuts and seals-up the spring.

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• Sonnet 97: How like a winter hath my absence been by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 96: Some say thy fault is youth, some wantonness by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet CXXVIII by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet CXXVII by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet CXXVI by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet CXXV by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet CXXIX by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet CXXIV by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet CXXIII by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet CXXII by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet CXXI by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet CXX by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet CXVIII by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet CXVII by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet CXV by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet CXLVIII by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet CXLVII by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet CXLVI by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet CXLV by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet CXLIX by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare

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