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A Song.
[In her faire cheekes two pits doe lye]
In
her faire cheekes two pits doe lye,
To bury those slaine by her eye,
So spight of death this comforts me,
That fairely buried I shall be.
My grave with rose and lilly spread,
O 'tis a life to be so dead.
Come then and kill me with thy eye,
For if thou let me live, I die.
To bury those slaine by her eye,
So spight of death this comforts me,
That fairely buried I shall be.
My grave with rose and lilly spread,
O 'tis a life to be so dead.
Come then and kill me with thy eye,
For if thou let me live, I die.
When I behold those lips againe;
Reviving what those eyes have slaine,
With kisses sweet, whose balsome pure,
Loves wounds as soone as made, can cure.
Me thinkes 'tis sickenes to be sound,
And there's no health to such a wound.
Come then &c.
Reviving what those eyes have slaine,
With kisses sweet, whose balsome pure,
Loves wounds as soone as made, can cure.
Me thinkes 'tis sickenes to be sound,
And there's no health to such a wound.
Come then &c.
When in her chaste breast I behold,
Those downy mounts of snow ne're cold,
And those blest hearts her beauty kills,
Reviv'd by climing those faire hills.
Mee thinkes there's life in such a death,
And so t'expire, inspires new breath.
Come then, &c.
Those downy mounts of snow ne're cold,
And those blest hearts her beauty kills,
Reviv'd by climing those faire hills.
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And so t'expire, inspires new breath.
Come then, &c.
Nymphe since no death is deadly where.
Such choice of Antidotes are neere,
And your keene eyes but kill in vaine,
Those that are sound, as soone as slaine,
That I no longer dead survive,
Your way's to bury me alive
Jn Cupids cave, where happy J,
May dying live, and living die.
Come then and kill me with thy eye,
For if thou let me live, I die.
Such choice of Antidotes are neere,
And your keene eyes but kill in vaine,
Those that are sound, as soone as slaine,
That I no longer dead survive,
Your way's to bury me alive
Jn Cupids cave, where happy J,
May dying live, and living die.
Come then and kill me with thy eye,
For if thou let me live, I die.
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