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Song |
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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.| |
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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.| |
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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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[CW: And] |