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Song
Goe, and Catch a falling starr, [f. 80]
Gett with Childe a mandrake roote,
Tell me, where all past yeares are
Or who cleft the devills foote.
Teach me to heare Mermaides singing
Or to keepe of envies stinging,
And find
What wind,
Serves to advance an honest minde.|
If thou beest borne to strange sights
Thinges invissible see
Ride tenn thowsand daies and nights
Till Age, now* white haires on Thee;
Thou, when thou retornst, wilt tell me
All strange wonders that befell thee,
And sweare
No wheare
Lives a woman true and faire.|
If thou findst one, lett me know
Such a pilgrimage weare sweete,
Yett doe not, I would not goe,
Though at next dore, we might meete.
Though she weare true, when yo:u mett her

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