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VI
[Loue the delight of all well thinking minds]
This is the ditty of the sixt song.
Loue the delight of all well thinking minds,
Delight the fruit of vertue dearely lou'd,
Vertue the highest good that reason finds,
Reason the forge on which mens thoughts are proud:
Are from the world by natures power bereft,
And in one creature (for her glory) left.
Delight the fruit of vertue dearely lou'd,
Vertue the highest good that reason finds,
Reason the forge on which mens thoughts are proud:
Are from the world by natures power bereft,
And in one creature (for her glory) left.
Beauty hir couer is, the eyes true pleasure,
In honors fame she liues, the eares true musicke,
Excesse of wonder growes from her iust measure,
Her inward parts are passions only phisicke:
From her cleere hart the springs of vertue flow,
Which (imag'd in her words and deeds) men know.
In honors fame she liues, the eares true musicke,
Excesse of wonder growes from her iust measure,
Her inward parts are passions only phisicke:
From her cleere hart the springs of vertue flow,
Which (imag'd in her words and deeds) men know.
Time faine would stay that he might neuer leaue her,
Place doth reioice that he must needs containe her,
Death craues of heauen that he may not bereaue her,
The heauens know their own and do maintaine her:
Delight, Loue, Reason, Vertue, let it be,
To hold all women light but only she.
Place doth reioice that he must needs containe her,
Death craues of heauen that he may not bereaue her,
The heauens know their own and do maintaine her:
Delight, Loue, Reason, Vertue, let it be,
To hold all women light but only she.
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