The complete works of John Lyly now for the first time collected and edited from the earliest quartos with life, bibliography, essays, notes and index by R. Warwick Bond |
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[Sing you, plaie you, but sing and play my truth]
Sing you, plaie you, but sing and play my truth,This tree my Lute, these sighes my notes of ruth:
The Lawrell leafe for euer shall bee greene,
And chastety shalbe Apolloes Queene.
If gods maye dye, here shall my tombe be plaste,
And this engrauen, ‘Fonde Phœbus, Daphne chaste.’
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