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Ayres and Dialogues

(To be Sung to the Theorbo-Lute or Base-Violl)

Gamble, John

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Now Love be prais'd! that cruel Fair,
Who my poor Heart restrain
Under so many chains,
Hath weav'd a new one for it of her Hair.

These threads of Amber us'd to play
With every Courtly wind,
And never were confin'd,
But in a thousand Curls aloud to stray.

Cruel each part of her is grown,
Nor less unkind then She
These fetters are to Me,
Which to restrain my Freedome, lose their own.