The Treasury of Musick Containing ayres and dialogues To Sing to the theorbo-lute or basse-viol. Composed |
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Constancy protested.
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Oft have I swore, I'de love no more;Yet when I think on thee,
Alass I cannot give it o're,
But must thy captive be;
So many sweets and graces dwel
About thy lips and eyes,
That whosoever once is caught
Must ever be thy prize.
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Sure thou hast got some cunning netMade by the god of Fire,
That doth not only catch mens hearts
But fixeth their desire.
For I have laboured to get loose
Some dozen years and more,
And when I think to be releas'd
I'me faster than before.
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Then welcome sweet captivity,I see there's no relief,
Yet though she steal my liberty,
I'le honor still the theife
And when I cannot hope to see
Thee Mistris of my pain,
My comfort is that I do love
Where I am lov'd again.
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