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. 

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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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