William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Elizabethan Verse. 1907.
Song of the SirenWilliam Browne (c. 1590c. 1645)
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All beaten mariners!
Here lie Love’s undiscover’d mines.
A prey to passengers;—
Perfumes far sweeter than the best
Which make the Phœnix’ urn and nest.
Fear not your ships,
Nor any to oppose you save our lips;
But come on shore,
Where no joy dies till love hath gotten more.
Where never storms arise,
Exchange, and be awhile our guests:
For stars gaze on our eyes.
The compass Love shall hourly sing,
And as he goes about the ring,
We will not miss
To tell each point he nameth with a kiss:
Then come on shore,
Where no joy dies till Love hath gotten more.