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[Most hapy memory bee ever blest]
Most hapy memory bee ever blest
Which thus brings into my most weary minde
Joys past though others would them tortures finde,
Butt I delighted was in them, though rest
Which thus brings into my most weary minde
Joys past though others would them tortures finde,
Butt I delighted was in them, though rest
I never felt, soe was my soule distrest,
Yett lov'd the fetters did mee slavelike binde,
O love, what is thy force? Some say thou'rt blind,
Noe thou canst see best, and can give ease best,
Yett lov'd the fetters did mee slavelike binde,
O love, what is thy force? Some say thou'rt blind,
Noe thou canst see best, and can give ease best,
Then grant my memery may with mee live,
And darken nott my first, and deerest choise,
From which though swervd, I in itt still rejoyse,
Nor lett the fates from mee those phantsies drive,
And darken nott my first, and deerest choise,
From which though swervd, I in itt still rejoyse,
Nor lett the fates from mee those phantsies drive,
For though a secound love doth mee infolde,
Non must the former from my soule unfolde.
Non must the former from my soule unfolde.
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