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 Thou art mine, and I am thine,

Hand and heart I do resign.

Once I was a wounded lover,

Now these fears are fairly over;

By receiving what I gave,

Thou art lord of what I have.

Beauty, honour, love, and treasurotreasure [sic],

A rich golden stream of pleasure,

With his lady hohe [sic] enjoys;

Thanks to Cupid's kind decoys.

Now he's cloth'd in rich attire,

Not inferior to a squire,

Beauty, honour, riches, store,

What can man desire more.