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He that to your voice is neare,
Breaking from your iv'ry pale,
Need not walke abroad to heare
The delightful nightingale.
Welcome, welcome, &c.
Breaking from your iv'ry pale,
Need not walke abroad to heare
The delightful nightingale.
Welcome, welcome, &c.
He that looks still on your eyes,
Though the winter have begun,
To benumb our arteryes,
Shall not want the summer's sun.
Welcome, welcome, &c.
Though the winter have begun,
To benumb our arteryes,
Shall not want the summer's sun.
Welcome, welcome, &c.
He that still may see your cheekes,
Where all rarenes still reposes;
Is a foole if e'er he seeks
Other lilies, other roses.
Welcome, welcome. &c.
Where all rarenes still reposes;
Is a foole if e'er he seeks
Other lilies, other roses.
Welcome, welcome. &c.
He to whom your soft lip yields,
And perceives your breath in kissing;
All the odours of the fields,
Never, never shall be missing.
Welcome, welcome, &c.
And perceives your breath in kissing;
All the odours of the fields,
Never, never shall be missing.
Welcome, welcome, &c.
He that question would anew
What fair Eden was of old,
Let him rightly study you,
And a briefe of that behold.
Welcome, welcome, &c.
Lansdowne MS. No. 777.
What fair Eden was of old,
Let him rightly study you,
And a briefe of that behold.
Welcome, welcome, &c.
Lansdowne MS. No. 777.