A Complete Wealth of Time |
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Come let us sound. When to her lute |
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Fair if you expect admiring |
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Fire, fire. I care not for these ladies |
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I care not for these Ladies. Breake now my hearte. Never weather-beaten saile. Move now with measured sound |
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Melt me so with thy delicious numbers . . |
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Now hath Flora robb’d her bow’rs. Author of light. Come let us sound with melody. Oft have I sigh’d for him. Turn back, you wanton flyer |
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