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[xi]
[At length we see those eyes]
At length we see those eyes,
which cheere both over earth and skies,
Now ancient Caledon
thy beauties highten, richest robes put on,
and let young joyes to all thy parts arise.
which cheere both over earth and skies,
Now ancient Caledon
thy beauties highten, richest robes put on,
and let young joyes to all thy parts arise.
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Here could thy Prince still stay,
each moneth should turne in May,
We need not starre nor Sunne,
save him to lengthen dayes and joyes begunne,
sorrow and night to farre climes hast away.
each moneth should turne in May,
We need not starre nor Sunne,
save him to lengthen dayes and joyes begunne,
sorrow and night to farre climes hast away.
Now Majestie and Love
combin'd are from above,
Prince never Scepter swayd
lov'd subjects more, of subjects more obey'd,
which may indure whilst heavens great orbs do move.
combin'd are from above,
Prince never Scepter swayd
lov'd subjects more, of subjects more obey'd,
which may indure whilst heavens great orbs do move.
Ioyes did ye alwayes last,
lifes sparke ye soone would wast,
Griefe followes sweet delight,
as day is shaddowed by sable night,
yet shall remembrance keep you still, when past.
lifes sparke ye soone would wast,
Griefe followes sweet delight,
as day is shaddowed by sable night,
yet shall remembrance keep you still, when past.
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