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 THOMAS DEKKER

Canst drink the waters of the crisped spring?

O sweet content' Swim'st thou in wealth, yet sink'st in thine own tears?

O punishment'

Then he that patiently want's burden bears, No burden bears, but is a king, a king'

O sweet content' O sweet, O sweet content! Work apace, apace, apace, apace; Honest labour bears a lovely face; Then hey nonny nonny hey nonny nonny'

THOMAS HEYWOOD

214 Matin Song

)ACK, clouds, away' and welcome, day'

With night we banish sorrow. Sweet air, blow soft, mount, lark, aloft

To give my Love good-morrow' Wings from the wind to please her mind,

Notes from the lark I'll borrow: Bird, prune thy wing' nightingale, sing' To give my Love good-morrow'

To give my Love good-morrow Notes from them all Til borrow.

Wake from thy nest, robin red-breast'

Sing, birds, in every furrow' And from each bill let music shrill

Give my fair Love good-morrow! Blackbird and thrush in every bush,

Stare, linnet, and cocksparrow,

214 stare] starling 1.

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