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Follow your saint, follow with accents sweet
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To The Most Sacred King James
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Are you what your faire lookes expresse?
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Rose-cheeked Laura
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Kind in every kinde
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Some from the starry throne his fame derives
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Come, Cheerful Day!
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Vaile, love, mine eyes, O hide from me
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Awake, thou spring of speaking grace, mute rest becomes not thee
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And Would You See My Mistress' Face?
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