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- To finne and neuer for to faint,
There is no heaven (by holy then)
When time with age shall them attains,
Were koffes all the toyes in bed,
One Woman would another wed.
But for enough, too much I feare,
Least that my outstree feare my song,
She will not stick to round me on th are,
To teach my young to be so long:
Yet will she bluth, here be it said,
To heare her secrets so bewraid.
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I lue with me and be my Loue,
And we will all the pleasures prove
That billes and vallies, dales and fields,
And all the craggy mountains yield.
There will we fit upon the Rocks,
And fee the Shepherds feed their flocks,
By shallow Rivers, by whole tails
Melodious birds find Madrigals.
There will I make thee a bed of Roses,
With a thousand fragrant poles,
A cap of flowers, and a Kirtle
Imbrodered all with leaves of Mirtle.
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A belt of straw and Yuyebuds,
With Corall Claps and Amber Studs,
And if these pleatures may thee moue,
Then lose with me, and be my Love.
## Leaves auf weere.
If that the World and Love were young,
And truth in every shipheads toing,
These pretty pleatures might me moue,
To lose with thee and be thy Love.
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# A
A S it fell upon a Day,
In the merry Month of May,
Sitting in a pleasant shade,
Which a groue of Myrtles made,
Beaffles dirt leape, and Birds did sing,
Trees did grow, and Plants did spring;
Every thing did banish more,
Save the Nightingale alone,
Shee! poore Bird, as all tochene,
Leand her breath vpuff a tharne,
And there sung the dolchift Dirty,
That to heare it was great Pity,
Fit, lie, lie, now would the cry
Teru, Teru, by and by:
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That to heare her fo compfaine,
Scarce I could from teares refraine:
For her griefes fo listely thowne,
Made me thinke vponmine owne.
Ah! choughe I) thou mournit in vaine,
None takes pity on thy pause:
Senfieffe Trees, they cannot heare thee,
Ruthieffe Beares, they will not cheere thee.
King Pandion, he is dead:
All thy friends are lapt in Lead.
All thy fellow Birds doe fing,
Careleffe of thy forrowing.
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Whilst as fickle Fortune finilde,
Thou and I, were both beguild,
Euery one that flatters thee,
Is no friend in materie:
Words are eafie, like the wind,
Faithfull friends are hard to find:
Euery man will be thy friend,
Whilst thou hast wherewith to spend:
But if store of Crownes be feant,
No man will supply thy want
If that one be prodigall,
Bountfull they will him eall:
And with such-like flattering,
Pitty but he were a King.
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If he be addict to vice,
Quickly him, they will intice.
It to Women he be bent,
They have at Commsundement.
But if Fortune once doe frown,
Then farewell his great renown;
They that fawnd on him before,
Vie his company no more.
Hee that is thy friend indeed;
Hoe will help thee in thy need:
If thou forrow, he will weepe:
If thou wake, hee cannot sleep:
Thus of every grief, in hart
Hm, wah thee, doeth bear a part.
Thee are certain figures, to know
Faithfull friend, from flatt ring toe.
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- Chunk 2