The Treasury of Musick Containing ayres and dialogues To Sing to the theorbo-lute or basse-viol. Composed |
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Beauty clouded with grief.
Why dearest should you weep, when I relate
The story of my woe?
Let not the swarthy mist of my black fate
O'recast thy beauty so:
For each rich pearl lost on that score
Adds to mischance and wounds, your servant more.
The story of my woe?
Let not the swarthy mist of my black fate
O'recast thy beauty so:
For each rich pearl lost on that score
Adds to mischance and wounds, your servant more.
Quench not those stars that to Dy bliss should guide;
O stay that precious teare!
Nor let those drops upon my deluge tyde
To drown thy beauty there,
That cloud of sorrow makes it night,
You lose your Luster, but the World its Light.
O stay that precious teare!
Nor let those drops upon my deluge tyde
To drown thy beauty there,
That cloud of sorrow makes it night,
You lose your Luster, but the World its Light.
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