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Page 59 - To all you ladies now at land We men at sea indite ; But first would have you understand How hard it is to write : The Muses now, and Neptune too, We must implore to write to you, With a fa, la, la, la, la.
Page 62 - Philomel, with melody Sing in our sweet lullaby; Lulla, lulla, lullaby, lulla, lulla, lullaby : Never harm, Nor spell nor charm, Come our lovely lady nigh , So, good night, with lullaby.
Page 59 - When we for hopes of honour lose Our certain happiness: All those designs are but to prove Ourselves more worthy of your love — With a fa, la, la, la, la.
Page 162 - Witch. WHEN shall we three meet again, In thunder, lightning, or in rain ? 2 Witch.
Page 207 - For thy fame's well known to me, And the mass shall be sung, And the bells shall be rung, And we'll feast right merrily.
Page 203 - The warder look'd from the tower on high, As far as he could see ; I see a bold knight, and, by his red cross, He comes from the east country.
Page 59 - In justice you cannot refuse To think of our distress, When we for hopes of honour lose Our certain happiness ; All those designs are but to prove Ourselves more worthy of your love. With a fa, &c.
Page 120 - JUST like love is yonder rose, Heavenly fragrance round it throws. Yet tears its dewy leaves disclose, And in the midst of briers it blows, Just like lov«.