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THE SHEPHERD TO HIS MISTRESS WITH A LUTE.
Go forth, sweet lute, to her I love;
And when she strikes thee, softly wailing,
Tell her of all the grief I prove,
And languished sorrows unavailing.
And when she strikes thee, softly wailing,
Tell her of all the grief I prove,
And languished sorrows unavailing.
But if her touch should bolder grow,
And passion seek a livelier token,
Then break thy strings, that she may know
How my sad heart for her is broken.
And passion seek a livelier token,
Then break thy strings, that she may know
How my sad heart for her is broken.
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