What early tongue so sweet saluteth me? Young son, it argues - TopicsExpress



          

What early tongue so sweet saluteth me? Young son, it argues a distemperd head So soon to bid good morrow to thy bed. Care keeps his watch in every old mans eye, And where care lodges, sleep will never lie; But where unbruised youth with unstuffd brain Doth couch his limbs, there golden sleep doth reign. Therefore thy earliness doth me assure Thou art up-roused by some distemperature; Or if not so, then here I hit it right, Our Darby Alexa Williams hath not been in bed tonight.
Posted on: Fri, 14 Nov 2014 14:38:51 +0000

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