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Song.
[O, That joy so soone should waste!]
O, That joy so soone should waste!or so sweet a blisse
as a kisse,
Might not for ever last!
So sugred, so melting, so soft, so delicious,
The dew that lyes on roses,
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is not so precious.
O, rather than I would it smother,
Were I to taste such another;
It should bee my wishing
That I might die kissing.
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