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The fift Song.
[Great ALBA though eche Grande heere]
Great ALBA though eche Grande heere,At this High Court of thine,
Like a true Liege Man doth appeere,
And offers at thy Shryne:
It is no Conquest for thine Eyes,
When petty-Princes fall,
That are some single Beauties pryse,
Or a lone-Vertues Thrall:
Heere comes the Trophe of thy prayse,
The Monarch of these Iles,
The Mirror of thy Cheerefull Rayes,
And Glory of thy Smyles:
The Vertues and the Graces all,
Must meete in one, when such Starrs fall.
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