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[XXIIII. O softly singing Lute]

O softly, softly, singing Lute

O softly, softly, singing Lute, O softly, singing Lute, See with my teares, thou Time doe keepe, Yet softly, gentle strings, yet softly, softly gentle strings, Agree with loue, that cannot sleepe, Sorrow hy'st, when as it sings, When teares doe fall, then sighes arise, So griefe oft shines, in most sad eyes, Yea loue, through hart it dies, through hart it dies.