| When Sylvia is kind, and Love plays in her eyes |
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| The Hour of sweety night decays apace |
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| Persian Sonnets - Part 81 |
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| A Table set out covered with black |
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| Trip it, gipsies, trip it fine |
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| Spite of his spite, which that in vain |
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| Lullaby, lullaby baby |
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| The Song |
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| Enter the Huntsmen, with three Country Wenches. As they come in they sing this song |
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| The Song |
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And I mus say
That you did a fine
Job writting your poem