Loves Mistresse
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Natures Rarity.
To a most excellent delicious new Tune, called, Tell me you wandring Spirits in the aire.
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TEll me you wandering Spirits in the Aire,
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when that you saw a nymph more bright, more fair
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Then Beauties Darling (wheresoe'r she flyes)
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Or twinkling Comets in the Starry Skies,
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If in this world a Phenix may be found,
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she, tis she, whose graces must & shal be crown'd
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Oh call her from the fair Elizium Bay
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And tell her how my sences fade away,
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For in her being was my fixed state;
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But shee's dissolv'd, my time is out of date:
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Shee's flown, shee's flown unto the Azure Skies,
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Then cry, then cry, Amintas for her absence dies.
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Turn sacred Nymph, restore my latest breath,
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That am designed for untimely death;
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Tis she can cure me with her glorious looks,
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Without the skil of Doctors or their books:
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Then let thy beauty with such splendor shine,
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To raise, to raise this drouping love-sicke heart of mine.
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Search, search the Vallys, 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 loves queen rangeth with her turtle doves:
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Shee's like faire Venus in her glorious Rayes,
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Then crown her, crown her with a wreath of royal Bayes
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Walk through the gardens, view the damask Rose
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And smel what scent those precious leaves inclos[e]
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'tis her sweet breath that gives this odorous sme[ll]
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And peerlesse vertue, (richly doth excell:)
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If there you see one like the Radiant Sun,
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shee, 'tis she, whom I adore, Loves Paragon.
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The second part to the same Tune
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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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Distill the Sea, wade through the Ocean deep,
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She may be Tombed in eternall sleep;
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But shee's convey'd from every mortal eye,
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O Cloris, Cloris, come away, or else for thee I die.
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Search, search the rocks, where Syrens sing their charmes
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She may be lulld in their inchanting armes;
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Fish, fish for pearle, and you may Corals find
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Or else a Jewel to content the mind;
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My blisse, my joyes are turnd' to destiny,
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That I, that I must yeeld to dye for loving thee.
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Scale high Olympus, where the Gods remain,
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And Goddesses with all their royal Traine,
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View perfectly the spangled Orbe and see
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If Cloris, Cloris be in royalty,
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Shee's gone, shee's gone, whilst I in torments frye,
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Opprest, opprest with pain, fain wold but cannot die
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Search every quarter of the world, and see,
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If Natures peece 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 lustrous beauty shining in extreams,
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she, 'tis she, eclipsing Luna with her beames.
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O stay a while, I may informe you ill;
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Were she on Earth, she had been with me still:
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Flie, flie 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, fal down and honour her for that is she
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