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III. Ah sweete whose beauty

Ah sweete whose beauty passeth all my telling,
To thee my loue, all other are excelling, Fa la la,
By thee I liue and haue mine onely pleasure,
Thou art my life, and eke my whole hearts treasure, Fa la,
Let not vnkindenesse then eclipse my gladnes,
But let sweet smiles expell the clouds of sadnes, Fa la la la,
For if my loue sweet looks and liking reapeth,
O happy I my hart for ioy it leapeth.