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Or we fometimes pafs an hour, 

 Under a green willow, 

 That defends us from a/howr, 

 Making earth our pillow, 



There we may 



think and pray 



before death 



jiops our breathy 



other joy es 



are but toyes 

 and to be lamented. 



Viat. Wellfuvig, Matter; this 

 dayes fortune and pieafure , and 

 this nights company and Song, do 

 all make me more and more in love 



left me alone for an hour this day, 

 and I verily believe he retir'd him- 

 felf from talking with me, that he 

 might be fo perfeft in this Song;was 

 it not Matter ? 



Pf/c. Yes indeed, for it is many 

 veers iince I learn'd it, and having 

 forgotten a part of it, I was forced 

 to patch it up by the help of my own 



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