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Song.
[Would you know what's soft? I dare]
Would
you know what's soft? I dare,
Not bring you to the downe, or aire:
Nor to starres to shew what's bright,
Nor to snow to teach you white.
Not bring you to the downe, or aire:
Nor to starres to shew what's bright,
Nor to snow to teach you white.
Nor if you would Musicke heare,
Call the orbes to take your care:
Nor to please your sence bring forth,
Bruised Nard or what's more worth.
Call the orbes to take your care:
Nor to please your sence bring forth,
Bruised Nard or what's more worth.
Or on food were your thoughts plac't,
Bring you Nectar, for a tast:
Would you have all these in one,
Name my mistris, and 'tis done.
Bring you Nectar, for a tast:
Would you have all these in one,
Name my mistris, and 'tis done.
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