| Eyes an ocean making, patience To the wilderness I'll cast |
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| From thine enjoyment Paradise Doth lustre take and e'en |
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| Cupbearer, come, for the Friend From her visage the veil hath taken |
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| If in thy canon the shedding The blood of the lover is right |
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| The Messenger with the glad news From Asef last night is arrived |
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| If, one day, of us remembrance That thy musky reed do make |
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| Minstrel Love with voice and ghittern Wondrous skill possesseth |
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| O fair fall the night when thou camest With many an amorous air! |
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| Let us fare the highway of the winehouse To and fro |
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| In the quarter of the winehouse Service many a year I practise |
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