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FAir Venus, I admire
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the power of thy Son,
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No sooner to give fire
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but straight the day is won.
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Hel undertake the God of war to tame,
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If against his bosome right he aime,
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Folly were it to resist the flame
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wherein I fry
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Sweet Lady pitty
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My mournful Ditty
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do not deny
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To kisse thy captive Souldier
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Or else for grief I dye.
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Ile change my coat and colours,
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to go along with thee:
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No more of Mars his followers
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henceforwards will I be
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I am ever bound to be thy slave
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Till thou grants to me the thing I crave
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Tis thy favour I desire to have
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then cure my pain
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Oh now or never,
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Else captive ever
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shall I remain,
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My heart is deeply wounded
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But yet I am not slain.
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How canst thou chuse but fancy
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a Souldier so compleat?
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whose fortunes may advance thee
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and make thy honour great
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I pray thee do not then so cruel prove,
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For my heart I cannot yet remove,
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More thou hates, the more Im bound to love,
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thine I am still
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Oh fie on Cupid,
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Which made me stupid
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for want of skill
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I now must be contented,
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To serve thee at thy will.
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In truth I know no reason
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but I may be so bold
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To kisse that lovely Prison
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which keeps my heart in hold.
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More cruel than a Gaoler would she be
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That denies me of my liberty.
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If a kisse or two would set me free
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or ease my smart
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Do not absent thee
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Nor thus torment me,
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since that thou art
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The Prison and the Keeper,
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Of my imprisoned heart.
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The second part, to the same Tune.
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COme, come, do not refuse it,
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but let us now imbrace
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For once and do not use it
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none sees us in this place,
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Its in thy power, with a smile or frown
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For to raise me up or cast me down:
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Let thy penalty on me be known,
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be it weal or woe
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Come kill or cure
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What I endure
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no man doth know.
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And then farewel forever,
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My friend, or cruel foe.
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Farewel, there is no duty
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nor service due to me
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Then tel her not of beauty
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where none is placd you see.
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Do not then on Cupid thus complain
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Unto her that cannot ease thy pain,
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Neither will I be of Venus train
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I am afraid
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Thou dost but flatter
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Faith no such matter,
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shall me perswade
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I will not kisse a Souldier
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Lest that I be betraid
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Change not thy coat nor colours
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to tarry hear with me
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Good Souldiers by their Valours,
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will first approved be
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Never say thou art a slave of mine
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Nor anything I have of thine,
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Rather shalt thou dig the grave of mine
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here in this place
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Ere thou shalt wooe me
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So to undo me,
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fie it is base
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To bring poor Country Lasses
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Unto such foul disgrace.
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In London you have plenty,
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why would you come away?
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I warrant you theres twenty
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would never say you nay.
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If to them thou wilt not constant be,
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When another thou dost chance to see,
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Thy affection soon will glance from me
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and further range
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Men once removers,
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Then constant Lovers
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it is most strange.
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To find a faithful Souldier
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Not subject unto change.
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Why calst thou me thy prison
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or Gaolor which am none?
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If that be all the reason
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I pray thee now be gone.
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For there is no harbour in my breast
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To be granted to so bold a guest
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Neither will I yeeld to thy request
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therefore in vain
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Is thy intrusion
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By no delusion
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thou shalt obtain
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From me thy fond desire
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My honour so to stain.
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Go, go or else forbear me
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faith I will never yeeld,
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Thy captain hel cashier thee
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haste haste into the field.
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Least thy absence breed thee more dis-grace
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By thy doting on a maiden face
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For the losing of thy Souldiers place
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would be a shame
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Haste now or never
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Else Coward ever
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theyl thee proclaim.
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To loose so great an honour
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By following Venus Game.
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