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A Song.

[Come, let us here enjoy the shade]

Lover.
Come , let us here enjoy the shade,
For love; in shadow best is made.
Though Envie oft his shadow be,
None brookes the Sun-light worse then he.

Mistres.
Where love doth shine, there needs no Sunne,
All lights into his one doth run;
Without which all the world were darke;
Yet he himselfe is but a sparke.

Arbiter.
A Sparke to set whole world a-fire,
Who more they burne, they more desire,
And have their being, their waste to see;
And waste still, that they still might bee.

Chorvs.
Such are his powers, whom time hath stil'd,
Now swift, now slow, now tame, now wild;
Now hot, now cold, now fierce, now mild.
The eldest God, yet still a Child.