| Follow your saint, follow with accents sweet |
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| To The Most Sacred King James |
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| Are you what your faire lookes expresse? |
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| Rose-cheeked Laura |
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| Kind in every kinde |
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| Some from the starry throne his fame derives |
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| Come, Cheerful Day! |
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| Vaile, love, mine eyes, O hide from me |
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| Awake, thou spring of speaking grace, mute rest becomes not thee |
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| And Would You See My Mistress' Face? |
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