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A Song of three Voyces with divers Instruments.

1

Night as well as brightest day hath her delight.
Let us then with mirth and Musicke decke the night;
Never did glad day such store
Of joy to night bequeath:
Her Starres then adore,
Both in Heav'n and here beneath.

2

Love and beautie, mirth and Musicke, yeeld true joyes,
Though the Cynickes in their folly count them toyes.
Raise your spirits nere so high,
They will be apt to fall:
None brave thoughts envie,
Who had ere brave thought at all.

3

Joy is the sweete friend of life, the nurse of blood,
Patron of all health, and fountaine of all good:
Never may joy hence depart,
But all your thoughts attend;
Nought can hurt the heart
That retaines so sweete a friend.