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The fourth Song.
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The fourth Song.
[Ye Worthies of this Ile]
Ye Worthies of this Ile,
That led by your brave Chiefe,
In an Heroick style,
Have over done Beliefe:
Subdu'd by ALBAS eyes
Come downe, Loves Sacrifice!
That led by your brave Chiefe,
In an Heroick style,
Have over done Beliefe:
Subdu'd by ALBAS eyes
Come downe, Loves Sacrifice!
It is no shame to yeild,
Where t'is in veyne to strive:
The Gods would quit the field,
Should they these warres revive
Or Conquerd, by her Eyes,
Come downe Loves Sacrifice.
Where t'is in veyne to strive:
The Gods would quit the field,
Should they these warres revive
Or Conquerd, by her Eyes,
Come downe Loves Sacrifice.
Streight Cedar, that hast stood,
The shock of many a wind:
The top of this Tall wood,
By a high hand design'd
Subdu'd by ALBAS Eyes,
Come downe Loves Sacrifice!
The shock of many a wind:
The top of this Tall wood,
By a high hand design'd
Subdu'd by ALBAS Eyes,
Come downe Loves Sacrifice!
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