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Philomel -
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To His Friend Master R. L., in Praise of Music and Poetry -
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Fair was the morn when the fair queen of love
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My flocks feed not
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When as thine eye hath chose the dame
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Live with me, and be my love
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Daphnis to Ganymede -
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If thou wilt love me, thou shalt be my boy
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Scarce had the morning starre hid from the light
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Oh would to God he would but pitty mee
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