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Yet may I see you thus, as now I doe; |
I shall by that, all goodnesse have discern'd, |
And though I burne my librarie, be learn'd. |
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An Epithalamion, Or mariage Song on the Lady Eli- |
zabeth, and Count Palatine being married on |
St. Valentines day. |
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I. |
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Haile Bishop Valentine, whose day this is, |
All the Aire is thy Diocis, |
And all the chirping Choristers |
And other birds are thy Parishioners, |
Thou marryest every yeare |
The Lirique Larke, and the grave whispering Dove, |
The Sparrow that neglects his life for love, |
The household Bird, with the red stomacher, |
Thou mak'st the black bird speed as soone, |
As doth the Goldfinch, or the Halcyon; |
The husband cocke lookes out, and straight is sped, |
And meets his wife, which brings her feather-bed. |
This day more cheerfully then ever shine. |
This day, which might enflāe thy* self, Old Valentine.
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