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If Muscke and sweet Poetrie agree,
As they melt needs (the Sutter and the brother)
Then mud the love be great to set thee and me,
Because thou lou if the one, and I the other.
Dowland to thee is deere, whofe heatenly ruch
Vpon the Lute, dooth rauih humanfente:
Spelfet to me, whofe deepe Conceit is luth,
As pafsing all conceit, needs no defence.
Thou lou if to heare the sweet melodious found,
That Phaebus Lute (the Queene of Muscke) makes:
And I in deepe Delight am chiefly drownd,
When as himfelte to singing he betakes.
One God is God of both (as Poets faine)
One Knight loue, Both, and both in thee temaine.
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