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A SONG IN SEASON.
Ear to love and amorous duties,
Song had never
Saved for ever,
Love, the least of all their beauties.
xi.
Names of olden
Women yet by men's love cherished,
All our dearest
Thoughts hold nearest,
Had they loved not, all had perished.
xii.
Of thy beauties,
Tell me yet, since none may win them,
What and wherefore
Love should care for
Of all good things hidden in them?
