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HERRE I LOVE.
AN OLD-STYLE MADRIGAL.
I.
I KNOWE a littel hande:'Tys ye softeste yn ye lande—
And I feele yts pressure blande
Whyle I synge:
Lylie-whyte, and restynge nowe,
Lyke a rose-leafe on my browe,
As a dove myghte fanne my browe
Wythe yts winge.
Welle I pryze, (alle handes above,)
Thys deare hande of Herre I love!
II.
I knowe a littel foote—Very connyngelye 'tys putt
In a dayntie littel boote,
Where yt hydes:
Lyke a shuttel yt ever flyes
Backe and forthe before myne eyes,
Weavynge musyque forre myne eyes,
As yt glydes.
Welle I pryze, (alle feete above,)
Thys deare foote of Herre I love!
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III.
I knowe a littel harte,Yt ys free from courtlie arte,
And I owne yt (everie parte)
Forre alle tyme:
Ever yt beates wythe musyque tone—
Ever an echoe of myne owne,
Ever keepynge wythe myne owne
Holie chime.
Welle I pryze, (alle hartes above,)
Thys deare harte of Herre I love!
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