[XXV. Yee that doe liue in pleasures plenty]
Yee that doe liue in pleasures plenty
Yee that doe liue in pleasures plenty,
Yee that doe liue in pleasures plenty,
And dwell in Musicks sweetest Ayres, Whose eyes are quicke, Whose
eares are dainty, Whose eyes are quicke, Whose eares are dainty, Whose
eares are dainty, Not clogd with earth or worldly
cares, or worldly cares, Come sing this song made in Amphions praise,
Who now is dead, yet you his Fame can raise, Call him againe, let him not
dye, But liue in Musicks sweetest birth, Place him in fayrest memory, And
let him triumph ouer death, And let him triumph ouer death, O sweetly
sung, his liuing wish attend yee, his These were his words, the mirth of
heauen, God send yee the mirth of heauen God send yee.
