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Apollos Loue-Song for faire Daphne.
My hart and tongue were twinnes at once conceaued,The eldest was my hart, borne dumbe by destinie:
The last my tongue, of all sweet thoughts bereaued,
Yet strung and tun'd, to play harts harmonie.
Both knit in one, and yet a-sunder placed.
What hart would speake, the tongue dooth still discouer:
What tongue dooth speake, is of the hart embraced,
And both are one, to make a new-found Louer.
New-found, and onely found in Gods and Kings,
Whose words are deedes, but deedes nor words regarded:
Chast thoughts doo mount, and she with swiftest wings,
My loue with paine, my paine with losse rewarded.
Engraue vpon this tree Daphnes perfection:
That neither men nor Gods can force affection.
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