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Jove to Phœbus carouſes in Nectar, And Phœbus to Hermes, and Hermes to me; Wherewith Infuſed, I Piped and Muſed,In Language unuſed, their ſports to declare, Till the Houſe of Jove Like the Sphears round do move,Health to all thoſe that love the Hunting the Hare.
Little Musgrave and the Lady Bernard.
As it fell one Holy-Day, hey down, As many be in the Year,When Young Men and Maids together did go, Their Maſſes and Mattins to hear.
Little Muſgrave came to the Church door, The Prieſt was at Maſs,But he had more mind of the fair Women, Than he had of our Ladies Grace.
The one of them was clad in green, The other was clad in pale,And then came in my Lord Bernard’s Wife, The faireſt among them all.
She caſt an Eye on Little Muſgrave, As bright as the Summer Sun,And then bethought this Little Muſgrave, This Lady’s Heart I have won.
Quoth ſhe, I have lov’d thee, little Muſgrave, Full long and many a Day;So have I loved you fair Lady, Yet word I never durſt ſay.
