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| Song. |
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| Goe, and catche a falling starre, |
| Get with child a mandrake roote, |
| Tell me, where all past yeares are, |
| Or who cleft the Divels foot, |
| Teach me to heare Mermaides singing, |
| Or to keep off envies stinging, |
| And finde |
| What winde |
| Serves to advance an honest minde. |
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| If thou beest borne to strange sights, |
| Things invisible to see, |
| Ride ten thousand daies and nights, |
| Till age snow white haires on thee, |
| Thou, when thou retorn'st, wilt tell mee |
| All strange wonders that befell thee, |
| And sweare |
| No where |
| Lives a woman true, and faire.
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