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Spend’st thou thy fury on some worthless ^song^ |
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Spendst thou thy furie on some worthlesse songe, |
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^Sing to the ear^ that doth thy ^lays^ esteem | And gives thy pen both skill and argument. |
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Sing to the eare that doth thy laies esteeme, | And giues thy pen both skill and argument. |
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1363 |
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Our love was new and then but in the spring | When I was wont to greet it with my ^lays^, | As Philomel in summer’s front doth ^sing^, | And ^stops her pipe^ in growth of riper days-- | Not that the summer is less pleasant now | Than when her ^mournful hymns^ did hush the night, | But that ^wild music burdens^ every bough, | And sweets grown common lose their dear delight. | Therefore like her I sometime hold my tongue, | Because I would not dull you with my ^song^. |
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Our loue was new, and then but in the spring, | When I was wont to greet it with my laies, | As Philomell in summers front doth singe, | And stops his pipe in growth of riper daies: | Not that the summer is lesse pleasant now | Then when her mournefull himns did hush the night, | But that wild musick burthens euery bow, | And sweets growne common loose their deare delight. | Therefore like her, I some-time hold my tongue: | Because I would not dull you with my songe. |
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…stops his pipe… |
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…stops his pipe… …wild music burthens… |
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105.3 |
Since all alike my ^songs and praises^ be | To one, of one, still such, and ever so. |
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Since all alike my songs and praises be | To one, of one, still sitch, and euer so. |
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1365 |
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And for they looked but with divining eyes | They had not skill enough your worth to ^sing^ |
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And for they look'd but with deuining eyes, | They had not still enough your worth to sing: |
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How oft, when thou, my ^music, music play’st^ | Upon that blessed ^wood^ whose ^motion sounds^ | With sweet fingers front doth singe, | And stops his pipe in growth of riper daies: | Not that the summer is lesse pleasant now | Then when her mournefull himns did hush the night, | But that wild musick burthens euery bow, | And sweets growne common loose their deare delight. | Therefore like her, I some-time hold my tongue: | Because I would not dull you with my songe. |
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How oft when thou my musike musike playst, | Vpon that blessed wood whose motion sounds | With thy sweet fingers when thou gently swayst, | The wiry concord that mine eare confounds, | Do I enuie those Iackes that nimble leape, | To kisse the tender inward of thy hand, | Whilst my poore lips which should that haruest reape, | At the woods bouldnes by thee blushing stand. | To be so tikled they would change their state, | And situation with those dancing chips, | Ore whome their fingers walke with gentle gate, | Making dead wood more blest then liuing lips, | Since sausie Iackes so happy are in this, | Giue them their fingers, me thy lips to kisse. |
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…with thy sweet fingers…blushing stand?... |
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…with thy sweet fingers… |
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…with thy sweet fingers… |
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I love to hear her speak, yet well I know | That ^music hath a far more pleasing sound^. |
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I loue to heare her speake, yet well I know, | That Musicke hath a farre more pleasing sound: |
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141.5 |
Nor are mine ears with thy tongue’s ^tune^ delighted |
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Nor are mine eares with thy toungs tune delighted, |
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^Wind horns^. Enter a Lord from hunting, with his train |
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Winde hornes. Enter a Lord from hunting, with his traine. |
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He falls asleep. There is a winding of horns. Enter a Lord ... |
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Procure me ^music^ ready when he wakes | To ^make a dulcet and a heavenly sound^ |
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Procure me Musicke readie when he vvakes, | To make a dulcet and a heauenly sound: |
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