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| 2:50 | 
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| 2. |
| 7:28 | 
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For my mind misgives
Some consequence, yet hanging in the stars, Shall bitterly begin his fearful date With this night's revels; and expire the term Of a despised life, clos'd in my breast, By some vile forfeit of untimely death: But He that hath the steerage of my course Direct my sail! O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright! It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night As a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear; Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear! So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows As yonder lady o'er her fellows shows. Did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight! For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night. What is a youth? Impetuous fire What is a maid? Ice and desire The world wags on * a rose will bloom It then will fade, so does a youth, so does the fairest maid Comes a time when one sweet smile has a season for a while Then love's in love with me Some they think only to marry others will tease and tarry Mine is the very best parry Cupid he rules us all Caper the cape, but sing me the song Death will come soon to hush us along Sweeter than honey and bitter as gall Love is a task and it never will pall Sweeter than honey and bitter as gall Cupid rules us all * Repeat If I profane with my unworthiest hand This holy shrine, the gentle sin is this,-- My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand To smooth that rough touch with a gentle kiss. Good pilgrim man, you do wrong your hand too much, Which mannerly devotion shows in this; For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch, And palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss. Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too? Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer. O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do; They pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair. Saints do not move, though grant for prayers' sake. Then move not, while my prayer's effect I take. Thus from my lips, by thine my sin is purg'd Then have my lips the sin that they have took? Sin from my lips? O trespass sweetly urg'd! Give me my sin again. * Repeat |
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| 3. |
| 9:29 |
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| 4. |
| 3:04 |
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| 5. |
| 3:33 |
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| 6. |
| 4:25 |
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| 7. |
| 2:37 |
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| 8. |
| 7:52 |
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| 9. |
| 2:08 |
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