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FIRST SONG.

Doubt you to whom my Muse these notes intendeth; Which now my breast o'ercharged to music lendeth? To you! to you! all song of praise is due: Only in you, my song begins and endeth.

Who hath the eyes which marry State with Pleasure? Who keeps the key of Nature's chiefest treasure? To you! to you! all song of praise is due: Only for you, the heaven forgat all measure.

Who hath the lips, where Wit in fairness reigneth? Who womankind at once both decks and staineth? To you! to you! all song of praise is due: Only by you, CUPID his crown maintaineth.