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Lay a garland on my herse / Of the dismal yew; …
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Away, delights! go seek some other dwelling, / For I must die. …
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Beauty clear and fair, / Where the air …
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God Lyaeus, ever young, / Ever honour'd, ever sung, …
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Hear, ye ladies that despise / What the mighty Love has done; …
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Sing his praises that doth keep / Our flocks from harm. …
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From “Valentinian” / COME, Sleep, and with thy sweet deceiving …
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Now the lusty spring is seen; / Golden yellow, gaudy blue, …
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Hence, all you vain delights, / As short as are the nights …
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Weep no more, nor sigh, nor groan, / Sorrow calls no time that 's gone: …
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From “The Nice Valour,” Act III. Sc. 3. / HENCE, all ye vain delights, …