The Muses Gardin for Delights Or the fift Booke of Ayres, onely for the Lute, the Base-vyoll, and the Voyce |
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XII
[I am so farre from pittving thee]
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I am so farre from pittving thee,That wear'st a branch of VVillow tree,
That I doe enuie thee and all,
that once was high & got a fall,
O willow willow willo tree
I would than didst belong to mee.
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Thy wearing willow doth imply,That thou art happier farre then I,
For once thou wert where thou wouldst be,
Though now thou wear'st the Willow tree,
O Willow willow sweete willow,
Let me once lie vpon her pillow.
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I doe defie both bough and roote,And all the friends of hell to boote,
One houre of Paradised ioye,
Makes Purgatorie seeme a toye,
O willow willow doe thy worst,
Thou canst not make me more accurst.
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I haue spent all my golden time,In writing many a louing rime,
I haue consumed all my youth,
In vowing of my faith and trueth.
O willow willow willow tree,
Yet can I not beleeued bee.
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And now alas it is too late,Gray hayres the messenger of fate,
Bids me to set my heart at rest,
For beautie loueth yong men best,
O willow willo I must die,
Thy seruants happier farre then I.
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