Loves Mistresse: Or Nature's Rarity.
To a most Excellent Delicious New Tune: called Tell me ye wandring Spirits in the Air.
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TEll me ye wandring Spirits in the Air,
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When that you saw o Nymph more bright more fair
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Then Beauties Darling (wheresoe're she flie)
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Or twinck[l]ing Comets in the Starry Skies:
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If in this world a Phoenix may be found,
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'Tis she, whose grace must and shall be Crown'd.
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O! call her from the fair Elizium Bay
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And tell her how my senses fade away,
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For in her being was my fired state,
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But she's dissolv'd my time is out of date
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She's flown unto the Azure Skies,
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Then cry, then cry, Amintas for her absence dyes.
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Turn sa[c]red Nymph, restore my la'est breath,
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Th[at] am designed for untimely death,
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Tis she can cure me with her glorious looks
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Without the skill of Doctors or their Books,
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Then let thy beauty with such splender shine,
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to raise, to raise, this drooping Love-sick heart of mine.
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Search, search the Vallies, where the Vestal Train,
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And Shepherdesses in their state remain:
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Walk through the Woods, & view the Mirtle Groves
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Where Lov[e]s Queen rangeth with her Turtle Doves,
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She's like fair Venus in her glorious Rayes,
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Then Crown her, Crown her, with a wreath of Royal Bays.
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Walk through the Ga[r]den, view the D[a]mask Rose,
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And smell that scent those precious leaves enclose:
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'Tis her sweet breath that gives this odorous smell,
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And Peerless Vertue (richly doth ex[c]e[l])
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If there you see one like the Radiant Sun,
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'Tis she, 'tis she, whom I adore, Loves Paragon.
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Oh tast the Fountains silver streaming Springs,
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And Hellicon where Lady-Muses sings,
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Distil the Sea, wade through the Ocean deep,
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She may there be Tombed in eternal sleep:
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But she's convey'd from every mortal Eye,
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O Cloris, Cloris, come away, or else I dye.
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Sea[r]ch, search the Rocks where syrens sing their charme
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She may be lull'd in their Inchanting arms,
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Fish, fish, for P[e]arls an[d] you may Corals find,
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Or else a Jewel to content the mind:
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My bliss my joyes are turn'd to destiny,
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That I, that I, must dye for loving thee.
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S[c]ale high Olimpus where the gods remain,
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And goddesses with all their Royal Train,
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View perfectly the Spangled Orb' and see
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If Cloris Cloris, be in R[o]yalty:
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She's gone, she's gone, whil'st I in torments fry,
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Opprest, opprest with pain, fain would but cannot dye.
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[S]earch every quarter of the World and see
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If Natures piece, so excellent there be:
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Turn round the Globe, and view each Center right,
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If there you find one like to Phoebus bright
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With lustrious beauty, shining in extreams,
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'Tis she, 'tis she, Eclipsing Luna with her Beams.
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O stay a while, I may inform you ill,
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Were she on Earth she had been with me still,
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Fly, Fly to Heaven examine every Sphere,
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And see what Stars are lately fixed there.
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If any brighter then the Sun you see
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fall down, fall down and honour her, for that is she.
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