Loves Solace;
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The true lovers part, & in his conclusion he shews his constant heart.
He still doth praise her for her beauty rare,
And sayes theres none with her that can compare.
To a new Court tune called the Damaske Rose.
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THe Damaske Rose nor Lilly faire,
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the Couslip nor the Pancy,
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With my true Love cannot compare,
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for beauty love and fancy,
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She doth excell the rarest Dame,
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in all the world that may be,
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Which makes me thus extoll her fame,
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so sweet is the Lasse that loves me.
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If I should speake of my true Love,
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as I am bound in duty;
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She doth surpasse the gods above,
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in each degree for beauty,
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Juno, Pallas, nor Venus faire,
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shine not so bright and lovely,
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Thers none with her that may compare,
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so sweet is the Lasse that loves me.
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When first I saw her peerelesse face,
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I did admire her beauty,
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And I did seeke with heart and voyce,
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to offer her all duty,
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Which willingly she did accept,
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so kind and loving was she,
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Which makes me thus with all respect,
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say sweet is the Lasse that loves me.
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Mars though he be the god of warre,
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could not so deepely wound me,
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As Cupid with a little skarre,
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which I have plainely showne you,
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Boreas with all his blustring stormes,
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never pierst so sorely:
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Cupids Arrowes pricke like thornes,
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so sweet is the Lasse that loves me.
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For her sweet sake Ile undertake,
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any thing she requireth,
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To sayle the Seas like Captaine Drake,
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whose deeds theres some admireth
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What ever she commands is done,
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so much her love doth move me,
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She is a precious Paragon,
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so sweet is the Lasse that loves me.
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Bright Cinthia in her rich Robes,
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my Love doth much resemble,
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whose beautious beams such rares affords
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that makes my heart to tremble,
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Yet is the Saint so chast so rare,
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which unto fancy moves me,
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And makes my joyes without compare,
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so sweet is the Lasse that loves me.
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Diana and her Darlings deare,
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that lived in woods and vallies:
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And spent her time so chast and rare,
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she with no mankind dallies:
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Yet is she not more chast than my Love,
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I hope none can disprove me,
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O no my mind shall nere remove,
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so sweet is the Lasse that loves me.
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Sweet Love adieu I pray be true,
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and thinke of what is spoken,
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Change not thy old friend for a new,
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let not thy vow be broken,
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Sweet Love I leave thee for this time,
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for so it doth behove me,
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But still my heart doth me combine,
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to say sweet is the Lasse that loves me.
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The second part, To the same Tune.
The Maidens kind answer wherein she doth agree,
That he shall be her Love, and none but onely he.
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MY love, my life, my ducke my deare,
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now will I yeeld unto thee,
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All thou hast said I well did heare,
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and now thy words doth move me,
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For to reply in answer kind,
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and so thy selfe shall prove me,
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I will not change like to the wind,
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so sweet is the Lasse that loves thee.
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Be thou my lovely Pyramus,
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Ile be thy constant Thysbe,
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And I am now resolved thus,
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never to displease thee.
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True love surpasseth Croe[s]us gold,
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tis not thy wealth that moves me,
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Hereafter let my love be bold,
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and say sweet is the Lasse that loves me.
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Ile prove as chast unto my Love,
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as ever could be any,
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No fond inticements me shall move,
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although I am urged to many,
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I will indure for ever kind,
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as it doth best behove me,
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A truer Mate thou shalt not find,
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so sweet is the Lasse that loves thee.
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My daily care shall alwaies be,
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onely for to delight thee,
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And I my selfe still will be she
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that shall with joyes unite thee,
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I will shine bright at noone and night,
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if I may so content thee,
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Like Cinthia I will shine bright,
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unto the Lad that loves me.
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Doe not despaire my onely deare,
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let not vaine thoughts torment thee,
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Of my true heart have thou no feare,
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nor doe not thou absent me,
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I will remaine for ever sure,
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though I a while did proove thee,
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Till death depart Ile thine indure,
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so sweet is the Lasse that loves thee.
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No gold nor gaine shall me obtaine,
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to fancy any other,
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All those that seeke my Love to gaine,
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their wishes I doe smother,
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I answer them unto their kind,
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for so it doth behove me,
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I will not change like to the wind,
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so sweet is the Lasse that loves thee.
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So Love adieu I pray be true,
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I am thine owne for ever,
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The next time that I meet with you,
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weele not so soone dissever,
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Although we part I leave my heart,
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with him that dearely loves me,
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Tis Hymens bands must ease my smart,
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and I am the Lasse that loves thee.
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O my sweet love and onely deare,
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thou hast renued my pleasure,
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Thou in my sight dost more appeare
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than any earthly treasure;
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I doe rejoyce much in my choyce,
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and so it doth behove me,
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Ile sing thy praise with heart and voice.
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so sweet is the Lasse that loves me.
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