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Goe and catch a falling starre [296] |
Get with child a Mandrake roote |
Tell mee where all past yeares are |
or who cleft the deuills foote |
Teach mee to heare Mermayds singing |
Or to keepe of Envyes stinging |
And find |
what wind |
Serves to advance an honest mind |
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If thou beest borne to strange sights |
Things invisible to see |
Ride ten thousand dayes and nights |
Till Age snowe white hayres on thee |
Thou at thy returne wilt tell mee |
All strange things that e're befell thee |
And sweare |
no where |
Liues a woman true and fayre |
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If thou findst one, let mee knowe |
Such a pilgrimage were sweete |
Yet doe not for I would not goe |
Though at next dore wee might meete |
Though shee were true when you mett her |
And last so till you write yor letter |
Yet shee |
Will bee |
ffalse ere I come to two or three
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[CW: I can] |