To sorrow I bade good-morrow, And thought to leave her far away behind But cheerly, cheerly, She loves me dearly She is so constant to me, and so kind.
To sorrow I bade good-morrow, And thought to leave her far away behind But cheerly, cheerly, She loves me dearly She is so constant to me, and so kind.
Venus salutes him with this fair good-morrow;
"O thou clear god, and patron of all light,
From whom each lamp and shining star doth borrow
The beauteous influence that makes him bright,
There lives a son that suck'd an earthly mother,
May lend thee light, as thou dost lend to other.
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