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Fire, fire, fire, fire!
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If she forsake me, I must die
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Sing a song of joy
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To his sweet Lute Apollo sung the motions of the Spheares
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Kinde in unkindnesse, when will you relent
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To the Right, Noble, and Vertuous, Henry Lord Clifford, Sonne and Heyre to the Right Honourable, Francis, Earle of Cumberland
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What meanes this folly, now to brave it so
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Dolus
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How eas'ly wert thou chained
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Since she, ev'n shee, for whom I liv'd
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