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The Song.
To the Ladies, Ioy, delight,And a seruant that dares fight;
No neede of painting, but a face
With perpetuity of grace.
To the Lords a gracious eye
If they haue a Mistris by.
To them both, more then all this,
Theyr Princes happinesse, and blisse.
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