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The First Booke of Songs or Ayres
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Awake, sweet love, thou art returned
Thinkst thou then by thy fayning?
Can she excuse my wrongs with vertues cloake
Goe crystall teares
My thoughts are wing'd with hopes
Come heavy sleepe
His golden locks time has to silver turnd
Come away, come sweet love
If my complaints could passions move
All ye whom love or fortune hath betrayed
Who ever thinkes or hopes of love for love
Away with these self-loving lads
Now, O now, I needs must part
Come again: sweet love doth now invite
Sleep wayward thioughts
Deare, if you change, ile never chuse againe
Unquiet thoughts
Would my conceit that first enforst my woe
Wilt thou, unkind, thus reave me of my heart?
Burst forth, my teares
Rest a while you cruell cares
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