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Halelviah

or, Britans Second Remembrancer, bringing to Remembrance (in praisefull and Poenitentiall Hymns, Spirituall Songs, and Morall-Odes): Meditations, advancing the glory of God, in the practise of Pietie and Vertue; and applyed to easie Tunes, to be Sung in Families, &c. Composed in a three-fold Volume, by George Wither. The first, contains Hymns-Occasionall. The second, Hymns-Temporary. The third, Hymns-Personall. That all Persons, according to their Degrees, and Qualities, may at all Times, and upon all eminent Occasions, be remembred to praise God; and to be mindfull of their Duties
  
  

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Hymn XX. For Lovers tempted by carnall desires.
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Hymn XX. For Lovers tempted by carnall desires.

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From those carnall suggestions, whereby wantons are incouraged to fulfill unchast longings; occasion is here taken, to cherish in true Lovers, rather such affections as beget and continue an everlasting-love.

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Come, sweet-heart, come, let us prove,
Whilst we may the joyes of Love.
To each other, let us give
All our longings, whilst we live:
For, what most we fear to lose,
Slowly comes, and swiftly goes;
And, the pleasure we delay,
May be lost, anon, for aye.

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Those faire Lamps, which trim the skies,
Daily set, and daily rise:
But, when we have lost our Light,
Everlasting, is our night.
We, shall see nor Torch, nor Star,
To informe us, where, we are.
Therefore, come; come, let us prove,
While we may, the Joyes of Love.

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Thus, the carnall-dotard sings;
Woing shades, as reall things:

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All his hopes, and all his Joyes,
Sicknesse, Age, or death destroyes,
Fancies-vain, and Foolish-fires,
Are the Guides of his Desires:
And, his blisse, and chiefest good,
Builded is, on Flesh and Blood.

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But, my Dear, and I, do clime;
To Affections, more sublime.
Neither wellfare, nor distresse,
Makes our love the more, or lesse;
Nor have outward things the pow'r,
To mislead such love as our;
And, it still abides the same,
Whether praise it hath or blame.

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When the Beauties, which adorn
Flesh and Blood, away are worn;
From those Ruins, which will raise
Objects worth more love, and praise:
Yea, when Sicknesse, Age or Death,
Shall deprive of health and breath,
Youthfull Strength, could never yet;
Gain the blisse, we then shall get.

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Therefore, Stars, and Moon, and Sun,
Vnenvi'd, your Courses run.
We, without distrust or feare,
Keep our motions in our Sphere:
For, we know, we shall arise,
After death puts out our eyes;
And, obtain a light Divine,
Which will Moon and Sun out shine.