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Love and Musick.

Come my Sweet, whilest ev'ry Strain cals our Souls into the Ear

Come my Sweet, whilest ev'ry Strain cals our Souls into the Ear, where the greedy listning fain would turn into the sound they hear; lest in desire to fill the quire, themselves they tie to harmony, let's kiss and call them back again.