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Tixall Poetry.
They listen to our musicke sweet,
Attentively delighted,
Courting the day for a longer stay,
That they might not be benighted.



XXXI.

Concealed Love.


I feed a flame within,
Which soe torments me,
That it both paines my hart,
And yet contents me.
Tis such a pleasing smart,
And I soe love it,
That I had rather die,
Then once remove it.

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