BETHSABE BATHING

by: George Peele

      OT sun, cool fire, tempered with sweet air,
      Black shade, fair nurse, shadow my white hair:
      Shine, sun; burn, fire; breathe, air, and ease me;
      Black shade, fair nurse, shroud me, and please me:
      Shadow, my sweet nurse, keep me from burning,
      Make not my glad cause cause of mourning.
      Let not my beauty's fire
      Inflame unstaid desire,
      Nor pierce any bright eye
      That wandereth lightly.

'Bethsabe Bathing' was originally published in David and Bethsabe (1599).

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