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| Adieu, sweet Amaryllis |
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| Ah! cannot sighs nor tears |
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| Ah! cruel Amarillis |
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| Alas! What a wretched life |
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| Alas, what hope of speeding |
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| All pleasure is of this condition |
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| And though my love abounding |
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| As fair as morn |
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| As matchless beauty |
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| Away, thou shalt not love me |
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| Ay mee, Can every rumor |
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| Change me, O heavens |
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| Cruel, behold my heavy ending |
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| Dear pity, how? |
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| Despiteful thus unto myself, I languish |
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| Die, hapless man |
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| Down in a valley as Alexis trips |
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| Draw on, sweet night |
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| Flora gave me fairest flowers |
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| Fly Love aloft |
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| Fly not so swift my dear |
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| Happy, Oh happy he |
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| Happy streams, whose trembling fall |
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| Hard destinies are love and beauty parted |
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| I always beg |
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| I am quite tired with my groans |
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| I fall, I fall |
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| I live, and yet methinks I do not breathe |
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| I love, alas! yet am not loved |
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| I sung sometimes |
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| The Lady Oriana |
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| Lady, when I behold |
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| Lady, when I behold the roses (a6) |
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| Lady your words do spite me |
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| Long have I made these hills and valleys weary |
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| Love not me for comely grace |
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| My throat is sore |
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| Of joys and pleasing pains |
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| O fools! can you not see |
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| Oft have I vowed |
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| O God, the rock of my whole strength |
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| O, what shall I do? |
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| O wretched man! why lov'st thou earthly life |
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| A silly sylvan, kissing heav'n-born fire |
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| Softly O! drop mine eyes |
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| So light is love |
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| Stay, Corydon, thou swain |
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| Sweet honey-sucking bees |
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| Sweet love, if thou wilt gain |
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| There is a jewel |
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| There, where I saw her lovely beauty painted |
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| Thou art but young, thou say'st |
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| Thus love commands |
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| Thus saith my Cloris bright |
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| Unkind, O stay thy flying |
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| Weep, O mine eyes |
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| Weep, weep mine eyes |
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| What needeth all this travail |
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| When Cloris heard |
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| When shall my wretched life |
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| Where most my thoughts |
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| Why dost thou shoot? |
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| Ye restless thoughts |
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| Ye that do live in pleasures |
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| Yet, sweet, take heed |
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