| Let us now sing of Loves delight |
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| Come a shore, come, merrie mates |
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| Elegye, An - |
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| Bravely deckt, come forth, bright day |
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| Now let her change and spare not |
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| If I hope, I pine; if I feare, I faint and die |
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| Most sweet and pleasing are thy wayes, O God |
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| What is it that all men possesse, among themselves conversing? |
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| Unlesse there were consent twixt hell and heaven |
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