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The Hue and Cry.
In loves name you are charg'd hereby,
To make a speedy Hue and Crie,
After a face which t'other day,
Stole my wandring heart away.
To direct you these (in briefe,)
Are ready markes to know the theife.
To make a speedy Hue and Crie,
After a face which t'other day,
Stole my wandring heart away.
To direct you these (in briefe,)
Are ready markes to know the theife.
Her haire a net of beames would prove,
Strong enough to captive Jove
In his Eagles shape; Her brow,
Is a comely field of snow.
Her eye so rich, so pure a grey,
Every beame creates a day.
And if she but sleepe (not when
The sun sers) 'tis night agen.
In her cheekes are' to be seene,
Of flowers both the King and Queene,
Thither by the graces led,
And freshly laid in nuptiall bed.
On whom lips like Nymphes doe waite,
Who deplore their virgin state,
Oft they blush, and blush for this,
That they one another kisse,
But observe besides the rest,
You shall know this Fellon best,
By her tongue, for if your eare
Once a heavenly musicke heare,
Such as neither Gods nor Men,
But from that voice, shall heare agen
That that is she. O strait surprise,
And bring her unto loves Assize?
If you let her goe she may,
Antedate the latter day,
Fate and Philosophy controle,
And leave the world without a soule.
Strong enough to captive Jove
In his Eagles shape; Her brow,
Is a comely field of snow.
Her eye so rich, so pure a grey,
Every beame creates a day.
And if she but sleepe (not when
The sun sers) 'tis night agen.
In her cheekes are' to be seene,
Of flowers both the King and Queene,
Thither by the graces led,
And freshly laid in nuptiall bed.
On whom lips like Nymphes doe waite,
Who deplore their virgin state,
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That they one another kisse,
But observe besides the rest,
You shall know this Fellon best,
By her tongue, for if your eare
Once a heavenly musicke heare,
Such as neither Gods nor Men,
But from that voice, shall heare agen
That that is she. O strait surprise,
And bring her unto loves Assize?
If you let her goe she may,
Antedate the latter day,
Fate and Philosophy controle,
And leave the world without a soule.
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