| Dance now and sing the joy and love we owe |
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| Welcome to this flowrie place |
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| O Joyes exceeding! |
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| Night as well as brightest day hath her delight |
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| Can you, the Author of our joy, / So soone depart? |
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| A Dialogue Sung the First Night |
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| Another Dialogue, To Be Sung at the Same Time - |
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| The Kings Good-night |
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| Come follow me, my wandring mates |
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| What Harvest Half So Sweet Is |
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