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XXI. Away with these selfe loving lads


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1. A- way with these selfe lov- ing lads, Whom Cu- pids ar- row
2. God Cu- pids shaft, likede- sti- nie, Doth ey- ther good or
3. My songs they be of Chn- this praise, I weare her rings on

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4. If Cyn- thia crave her ring of mee, I blot her name out
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ne- ver glads. A- way poore soules that sigh and weep, In
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ho- ly dayes, On e- very tree I write her name, And
of the tree If doubt do dar- ken things held deare, Then

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love of them that lie and sleepe. For Cu- pid is a
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wel- fare no- thing once a yeare: For ma- ny run, but
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me- dow God, And for- ceth none to kisse the rod.
have not known That love likes no lawes but his own?
ri- vall is, There mi- ra- cles are seene of his.
one must win, Fools one- ly hedge the Cu- ckoe in.

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1. A- way with these selfe lov- ing lads, Whom Cu- pids ar- row
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me- dow God, And for- ceth none to kisse the rod.
have not known That love likes no lawes but his own?
ri- vall is, There mi- ra- cles are seene of his.
one must win, Fools one- ly hedge the Cu- ckoe in.

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XXI. Away with these selfe loving lads


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1. A- way with these selfe lov- ing lads, Whom Cu- pids ar- row
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ne- ver glads. A- way poore soules that sigh and weep, In
ill de- cree: De- sert is borne out of his bow, Re-
ho- ly dayes, On e- very tree I write her name, And
of the tree If doubt do dar- ken things held deare, Then
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love of them that lie and sleepe. For Cu- pid is a
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me- dow God, And for- ceth none to kisse the rod.
have not known That love likes no lawes but his own?
ri- vall is, There mi- ra- cles are seene of his.
one must win, Fools one- ly hedge the Cu- ckoe in.

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XXI. Away with these selfe loving lads


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1. A- way with these selfe lov- ing lads, Whom Cu- pids ar- row
2. God Cu- pids shaft, like de- sti- nie, Doth ey- ther good or
3. My songs they be of Chn- this praise, I weare her rings on
4. If Cyn- thia crave her ring of mee, I blot her name out
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ne- ver glads. A- way poore soules that sigh and weep, In
ill de- cree: De- sert is borne out of his bow, Re-
ho- ly dayes, On e- very tree I write her name, And
of the tree If doubt do dar- ken things held deare, Then
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love of them that lie and sleepe. For Cu- pid is a
ward up- on his foot doth goe. What fools are they that
e- very day I reade the same: Where ho- nor, Cu- pids
wel- fare no- thing once a yeare: For ma- ny run, but
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me- dow God, And for- ceth none to kisse the rod.
have not known That love likes no lawes but his own?
ri- vall is, There mi- ra- cles are seene of his.
one must win, Fools one- ly hedge the Cu- ckoe in.

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2006 Serpent Publications www.laymusic.org Printed on: October 15, 2006

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