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��JOHN FORD 243 Dawn
\LY hence, shadows, that do keep Watchful sorrows charm'd m sleep'
Tho 7 the eyes be overtaken,
Yet the heart doth ever waken
Thoughts chained up in busy snares
Of continual woes and cares:
Love and griefs are* so exprest
As they rather sigh than rest.
Fly hence, shadows, that do keep Watchful sorrows charm'd in sleep!
��GEORGE WITHER 244 I loved a Lass
I LOVED a lass, a fair one, As fair as e'er was seen; She was indeed a rare one,
Another Sheba Queen. But, fool as then 1 was,
I thought she loved me too: But now, alas' she 's left me, FalerOy lero, loo!
Her hair like gold did glister,
Each eye was like a star, She did surpass her sister,
Which pass'd all others far;
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