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Now, at last, despair doth prove Love divided loveth none, And although your sight I leave, Sight wherein my joys do lie, Till that Death do sense bereave, Never shall affection die. |
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From Dowland's First Book of Songs. 1597. |
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XIII
A POOR BEGGAR'S DAUGHTER |
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Her father he had noe goods nor noe land, But begg'd for a penny all day with his hand ; And yett to her marriage he gave thousands three, And still he hath somewhat for prettye Bessie.
And if any one here her birth doe disdaine, Her father is ready, with might and with maine, To prove she is come of noble degree ; Therefore do not flout at prettye Bessie. Chappell. The Words from Percy's Reliques. Tune, The BlindBeggar. |
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