see: R.Iones, No.X
see: A.Ferrabosco, No.VIII
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Leaue prolonging.
Respect my faith.
Thou ioy'st fond boy
Vayle loue mine eyes.
Euery Dame affects good fame.
So sweet is thy discourse.
There is a Garden in her face.
To his sweet Lute.
Young and simple though I am.
Loue me or not.
What meanes this folly ?
Deare if I with guile.
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O Loue where are thy shafts ?
Beauty is but a painted hell.
Are you what your ?
Since shee, euen shee.
I must complaine.
Thinkest thou to seduce.
Her fayre inflaming eyes.
Turne all thy thoughts.
If any hath the heart to kill.
Beauty since you.
Your fayre lookes.
Faine would I wed.
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see: J.Dowland, No.XVII
see: W.Corkine, No.11
see: Th.Campion, No.XVI
see: Th.Campion, No.XVII
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