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Celia singing.
You that thinke Love can convey,No other way,
But through the eyes, into the heart,
His fatall Dart:
Close up those casements, and but heare
This Syren sings
And on the wing
Of her sweet voyce, it shall appeare
That Love can enter at the eare:
Then unvaile your eyes, behold
The curious mould
Where that voyce dwels, and as we know,
When the Cocks crow,
We freely may
Gaze on the day;
So may you, when the Musique's done
Awake and see the rising Sun.
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