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

Gamble, John

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[77.] Come my Dear

Come my Dear, whilest youth conspires
Aith the warmth of our desires; envyous time about thee watches,
And some Grace each minute snatches:
Now a spirit, now a ray
From thy eye he steals away,
Now he blasts some blooming rose
Which upon thy fresh cheek grows;
Gold now plunders in a Hair;
Now the Rubies doth impair of thy lips;
And with sure hast
All thy wealth will take at last;
Onely that of which thou mak'st
Use in time, from time thou tak'st.