Song
P HYLLIS , men say that all my vows
Are to thy fortune paid;
Alas, my heart he little knows
Who thinks my love a trade.
Were I of all these woods the lord,
One berry from thy hand
More real pleasure would afford
Than all my large command.
Are to thy fortune paid;
Alas, my heart he little knows
Who thinks my love a trade.
Were I of all these woods the lord,
One berry from thy hand
More real pleasure would afford
Than all my large command.
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