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A SONG.
[Oh doe not wanton with those eyes]
Oh doe not wanton with those eyes,Lest I be sick with seeing;
Nor cast them downe, but let them rise,
Lest shame destroy their being:
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For then their threats will kill me;
Nor looke too kind on my desires,
For then my hopes will spill me;
O, doe not steepe them in thy Tares,
For so will sorrow slay me;
Nor spread them as distract with feares,
Mine owne enough betray me.
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