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| Songe |
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| Send home my long strayd eyes to mee [263] |
| Wch oh too long haue dwelt on thee |
| Yet since there they haue learnd such ill |
| Such forg'd fashions |
| And false passions |
| That they bee |
| Made by thee |
| ffitt for no good sight, keepe them still |
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| 2 |
| Send home my harmlesse heart agayne |
| Which no vnworthy thought could stayne |
| But if it bee taught by thine |
| To make iestings |
| of protestings |
| And crosse both |
| Word and othe |
| Keepe it, for then tis none of mine |
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| 3 |
| Yet send mee back my heart and eyes |
| That I may see and knowe thy lyes |
| And may ioy and laugh when thou |
| Art in Anguish |
| And dost languish |
| ffor some one |
| That will none |
| Or proue as false as thou art now
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