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Farewell thou child of my right hand and joy;

Farewell thou child of my right hand and joy;
My sin was too much hope of thee loved boy.
Seven years thou wert lent to me and I thee pa......

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Come my Celia let us prove While we may the

Come my Celia let us prove
While we may the sports of love;
Time will not be ours forever
He at length our good will sever.

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Lucy you brightness of our sphere who are L

Lucy you brightness of our sphere who are
Life of the Muses' day their morning star!
If works not th' author's their own grace should l......

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Drink to me only with thine eyes And I will

Drink to me only with thine eyes
And I will pledge with mine;
Or leave a kiss but in the cup
And I'll not look for wine.
The thi......

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It is not growing like a tree In bulk doth ma

It is not growing like a tree
In bulk doth make Man better be;
Or standing long an oak three hundred year
To fall a log at last dry ......

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