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Third song.
1
Come Ladyes rise, and let us knowNow you have seen, what you can do;
Harke how the Musick doth invite
All you to Solemnize this Night:
Then let the Sounds that you do hear
Order your feet unto your ear.
O rise! rise altogether,
And let us meet:
Musick's Divine, and well may joyn
Our motions rude unto a sweet.
2
The Figures of the Magick ArtWe'l equall in a better part:
Judicial Astrologie
Cannot cast such an one as we:
Adde but your skill (as we desire)
And wee'l keep time to Phœbus Lyre.
O rise! rise altogether,
And let us meet:
Musick's Divine, and well may joyn
Our Motions rude unto a sweet.
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