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HARK, hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings,

And Phoebus 'gins arise,
His steeds to water at those springs

On chaliced flowers that lies ;
And winking mary-buds begin

To ope their golden eyes : With every thing that pretty_is, My Lady sweet, arise :

Arise, arise !




TELL me where is Fancy bred,

Or in the heart or in the head? How begot, how nourishéd ?

-Reply, reply.
It is engender'd in the eyes,
With gazing fed ; and Fancy dies
In the cradle where it lies.

Let us all ring Fancy's knell :
I'll begin it,-Ding, dong, bell :-

Ding, dong, bell.



WHO is Silvia? what is She

That all our swains commend her ? Holy, fair and wise is she;

The heaven such grace did lend her That she might admired be.

Is she kind as she is fair?

For beauty lives with kindness : ---Love doth to her eyes repair

To help him of his blindness, And, being help'd, inhabits there.

Then to Silvia let us sing

That Silvia is excelling; She excels each mortal thing

Upon the dull earth dwelling: To her let us garlands bring.

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