SEPHESTIA'S LULLABY
by: Robert Greene
- EEP not,
my wanton, smile upon my knee;
- When thou art old there's grief enough for thee.
- Mother's wag, pretty boy,
- Father's sorrow, father's joy;
- When thy father first did see
- Such a boy by him and me,
- He was glad, I was woe;
- Fortune changèd made him so,
- When he left his pretty boy,
- Last his sorrow, first his joy.
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- Weep not, my wanton, smile upon my knee;
- When thou art old there's grief enough for thee.
- Streaming tears that never stint,
- Like pearl-drops from a flint,
- Fell by course from his eyes,
- That one another's place supplies;
- Thus he grieved in every part,
- Tears of blood fell from his heart,
- When he left his pretty boy,
- Father's sorrow, father's joy.
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- Weep not, my wanton, smile upon my knee;
- When thou art old there's grief enough for thee.
- The wanton smiled, father wept,
- Mother cried, baby leapt;
- More he crow'd, more we cried,
- Nature could not sorrow hide:
- He must go, he must kiss
- Child and mother, baby bliss,
- For he left his pretty boy,
- Father's sorrow, father's joy.
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- Weep not, my wanton, smile upon my knee,
- When thou art old there's grief enough for thee.
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