A most delicate, pleasant, amorous, new Song, made
by a Gentleman that enjoyes his Love, shewing the worth and happi-
nesse of Content, and the effects of love, called, All Lovers Joy.
To the tune of New Paradise.
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SIng, O sing, the day is cleare.
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sad misfortunes are estranged,
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Kinder Planets rule the Spheare,
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what was ill, to good is changed:
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My more froward haps remove,
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And I now live where I love.
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No more joy to man can happen,
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then a creature so divine,
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As my love, Each part is shapen
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like to Venus in her prime,
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No delight so true doth prove,
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As the sweet contents of love.
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Cynthya, when she kist Endimion,
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upon towering Latmos mount,
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By each free and wise opinion,
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was not of so deare account.
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In no age was knowne to move,
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Fairer then my fairest Love.
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Hellen in those wrinckled dayes,
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was accounted beauties mirrour,
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My sweet Ladies glistering rayes,
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now approve that Ages errour.
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Hellen far her selfe's above,
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Never liv'd a fairer Love.
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Had Paris, when from Troy he parted,
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seene in Ida my rich Fleece,
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Spartas Queene had not orestarted,
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neither her true Lord nor Greece.
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Paris ne're had crost the flood,
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To this day faire Troy had stood.
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Jason left his native Greece,
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and unto Cholchis toyling went.
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At his returne, his Golden Fleece
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equal'd not this ornament:
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Ancient Authors doe approve
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Mine the Queene of truest love,
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The Second Part. To the same Tune.
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PRincely Theseus never knew,
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nor the wandring Prince of Troy,
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A beauty so divine and true,
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all their times could not enjoy.
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All their fortunes mine is above,
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To enjoy so true a Love.
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Happier I then tongue can utter,
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to possesse so faire a Faire,
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Every sense for joy doth mutter,
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to my joyes none can compare:
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Sweeter pleasures cannot move,
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Then to live where one doth love.
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Powerfull love, the worlds knight Mar-shall,
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I will sacrifice to thee,
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My true honours shall be unpartiall,
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that thou shalt-receive from me.
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All the gods thou art above,
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Let me still live where I love.
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None doth win a happier prize
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then content (in mine opinion)
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All the censurers of the wise,
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grant it is the best dominion:
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For the wisest doth approve,
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Kings can but live where they love.
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Silly Swaines that pipe on bankes,
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(turn'd poore Shepheards for their living)
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Give to love as many thankes,
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as in Court great Lords are giving.
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Trust, content doth ever move,
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In that place where resteth love.
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Strangest god of Homers number,
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I will ever thee adore,
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Thou art onely earths great wonder
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Cupid, I thy aide implore.
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As to serve thee stil I strove,
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Grant me still life where I love.
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Pleasure now such scope possesseth,
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all my joy is in the prime,
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No sad thought my mind opresseth,
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comfort is so truely mine.
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All delights doe in me move,
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Because I live where I love.
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Come, O come and sing with me,
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at my Feasts and Banquetings
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Lovers all, that speeders be,
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come rejoyce like petty kings:
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All our songs shall still approve,
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All content doth live with love.
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