Song LXXXI., pp.333-334.

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MY dear mistress has a heart, 

Soft as these kind looks she gave me, 

When with love’s resistless art, 

And her eyes she did enslave me; 

But her constancy’s so weak, 

She’s so wild and apt to wander, 

That my jealous heart would break, 

Shou’d we live one day asunder. 


Melting joys about her move, 

Killing pleasures, wounding blisses; 

She can dress her eyes in love, 

And her lips can arm with kisses: 

Angels listen when she speaks; 

She’s my delight, all mankind’s wonder; 

But my jealous heart wou’d break, 

Shou’d we live one day asunder.

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