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| Song |
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| Come liue with mee and bee my loue [301] |
| And wee will some new pleasures proue |
| of golden sands and christall brookes |
| with silken lines and siluer hookes |
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| There will the riuer whispering runne |
| Warmd by thine eyes more then the Sunne |
| And then th'enamourd fish will stay |
| Begging themselues they may betray |
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| If thou to bee so seene beest lothe |
| By sunne or moone, thou darkenst both |
| And if my selfe haue leaue to see |
| I neede not theyr light hauing thee |
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| Let others freeze with Angling reedes |
| And cutt theyr leggs with shells and weedes |
| Or treacherously poore fish besett |
| With strangling snare or windowy nett |
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| Let course bold hands from slimy nest |
| The bedded fish in bunkes outwrest |
| Or curious Traytors sleaue-silke flies |
| Bewitch poore fishes wandring eyes |
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| ffor thee, thou needst no such deceit |
| ffor thou thy selfe art thine owne bayt |
| That fish that is not catchd thereby |
| Alas is wiser farr then I |
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| If thou wilt swim in that liue bath |
| Each fish wch. every channell hath |
| Will amorously vnto thee swim |
| Gladder to catch thee then thou him
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[CW: I haue] |