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He that to your voice is neare,

Breaking from your iv'ry pale,

Need not walke abroad to heare

The delightful nightingale.

Welcome, welcome, &c.

He that looks still on your eyes,

Though the winter have begun,

To benumb our arteryes,

Shall not want the summer's sun.

Welcome, welcome, &c.

He that still may see your cheekes,

Where all rarenes still reposes;

Is a foole if e'er he seeks

Other lilies, other roses.

Welcome, welcome. &c.

He to whom your soft lip yields,

And perceives your breath in kissing;

All the odours of the fields,

Never, never shall be missing.

Welcome, welcome, &c.

He that question would anew

What fair Eden was of old,

Let him rightly study you,

And a briefe of that behold.

Welcome, welcome, &c.

Lansdowne MS. No. 777. 

 

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