A Well-wishing to a place of Pleasure.
To an excellent new tune.
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S Ee the building,
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where whilest my mistris lived in,
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was pleasures essence,
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See how it droopeth,
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And how nakedly it looketh
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without her presence:
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Every creature
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That appertaines to nature,
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'bout this house living,
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Doth resemble,
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If not dissemble,
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due praises giving.
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Harke, how the hollow
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Windes doe blow,
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and seeme to murmur,
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in every corner,
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for her long absence:
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The which doth plainely show
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The causes why I doe now
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All this griefe and sorrow shew.
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See the Garden,
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Where I receiv'd reward in,
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for my true love:
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Behold those graces,
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Where I receiv'd those graces,
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the Gods might move:
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The Queene of plenty
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With all the fruits are dainty
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delights to please.
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Flora springing,
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Is ever bringing
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Dame Venus ease,
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Oh, see the Arbour where that she
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with melting kisses
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distilling blisses,
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From her true selfe,
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with joy did ravish me.
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The pretty Nightingale
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did sing melodiously.
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Haile to those Groves,
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Where I injoyde those loves
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so many daies:
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Let the flowers be springing
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And sweet birds ever singing
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their Roundelaies.
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Many Cupids measures,
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As cause for true loves pleasures,
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be danc'd around.
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Let all contentment
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For mirths presentment,
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this day be found:
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And may the grasse grow ever greene,
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where we two lying,
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have oft beene trying
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More severall wayes
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then Beauties lovely Queene,
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When she in bed with Mars
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by all the Gods was seene.Finis
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