The second book of ayres, and dialogues | ||
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Betrayd, by Beleefe.
Ah, ah! the false fatall ta'e I readAh, ah! the false fatall ta'e I read, when my heart heedlesse and unwise, first studied, and false commented on the unknown text of thy lov'd eyes, when thy glib-running lavish tongue showr'd down more oaths thy faith t'avow, then morning dews on flowr's are hung, or blossoms on the Summer bough: so was my silly truth betrayd, by a smooth tongue and winning eye, poysons by which ther's many a mayd has perisht sure as well as I.
The second book of ayres, and dialogues | ||