Ayres and dialogues For One, Two, and Three Voyces; To be Sung either to the theorbo-lute or basse-viol |
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Loves Theft.
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Loves Theft.
Love still a Child a Bee persuesLove still a Child a Bee persues, whose thighs hung with fresh morning dews, perfumes the aire, and alures the Wag, to spoil him for his Honey bag; they grapple, the Bee stings the Elfe, he to his Mother flies to moan himself: She smil'd and sayes, Do not complain my Child, but learn by thy just pain, how many a wretched Lovers heart th'hast stung unjustly with thy Dart; and that till th'hast the grace to be more pitiful, none ought to pity thee.
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