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[If mine eyes can speake to doo harty errande]
[Zelmane.]If mine eyes can speake to doo harty errande,
Or mine eyes language she doo hap to judge of,
So that eyes message be of her receaved,
Hope we do live yet.
But if eyes faile then, when I most doo need them,
Or if eyes language be not unto her knowne,
So that eyes message doo returne rejected,
Hope we doo both dye.
Or if eyes language be not unto her knowne,
So that eyes message doo returne rejected,
Hope we doo both dye.
Yet dying, and dead, doo we sing her honour;
So become our tombes monuments of her praise;
So becomes our losse the triumph of her gayne;
Hers be the glory.
So become our tombes monuments of her praise;
So becomes our losse the triumph of her gayne;
Hers be the glory.
If the spheares senselesse doo yet hold a musique,
If the Swannes sweet voice be not heard, but at death,
If the mute timber when it hath the life lost,
Yeldeth a lutes tune.
If the Swannes sweet voice be not heard, but at death,
If the mute timber when it hath the life lost,
Yeldeth a lutes tune.
Are then humane mindes priviledg'd so meanly,
As that hatefull death can abridge them of powre,
With the vowe of truth to recorde to all worldes,
That we be her spoiles?
As that hatefull death can abridge them of powre,
With the vowe of truth to recorde to all worldes,
That we be her spoiles?
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Thus not ending, endes the due praise of her praise;
Fleshly vaile consumes; but a soule hath his life,
Which is helde in love, love it is, that hath joynde
Life to this our soule.
Fleshly vaile consumes; but a soule hath his life,
Which is helde in love, love it is, that hath joynde
Life to this our soule.
But if eyes can speake to doo harty errande,
Or mine eyes language she doo hap to judge of,
So that eyes message be of her receaved,
Hope we doo live yet.
Or mine eyes language she doo hap to judge of,
So that eyes message be of her receaved,
Hope we doo live yet.
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