To ------ [Come, JENNY, let me sip the dew]

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Title:     To ------ [Come, JENNY, let me sip the dew]
Author: Thomas Gent [More Titles by Gent]

Come, JENNY, let me sip the dew
That on those coral lips doth play,
One kiss would every care subdue,
And bid my weary soul be gay.

For surely thou wert form'd by love
To bless the suff'rer's parting sigh;
In pity then my griefs remove,
And on that bosom let me die!

[The end]
Thomas Gent's poem: To ------

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