Poems Lyrique Macaronique Heroique | ||
SONG LVIII. A Round.
[Come Crown, with pitty, my hearty Pain!]
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Come Crown, with pitty, my hearty Pain!Inspire, with Courage my lusty Vein!
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(Dearest Valentine!)
I'le spend all in thine,
Armes, again.
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And when thou findest, my skill is such,That for a little, I'le teach thee much,
My Hand shall rovingly,
Sooth thee, movingly
And we'le Lovingly
Take a Touch.
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