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Stay Glicia stay.
Why should my muse.
Mourne Marcus mourne.
Haue I vow' d & must not breake it.
Finetta faire and feate.
Loue is not blind,but.
Loue the delight of al wel thinking.
The hart to rue the pleasure of the eye.
Siluia is faire, yet scorning loue vnseemly.
Curst be the time when first mine eyes beheld.
Faire are those eyes.
Wandring in this place as in a wildernes.
Euery bush now springing.
Downe in a valley.
VVanton wanton come hether wanton.
Say shepherd say.
Faire are those eyes whose shine &c.
Fairewell dispaire.
Slie theese if so you will beleeue.
VVhat thing more cruell can you doe.
In flower of Aprill springing.
Zephirus brings the time that &c.
Much is delighted to see Phillis smilings.
Come gentle Swaines & shepherds.
To former ioye now turnes.
Faustina hath the fairer face.
Euery bush now springing.
VVandring in this place.
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