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First Line: I will confesse
Last Line: Thee and thine altars emptie.
Subject(s): Love


1. I will confesse
With Cheerfulnesse,
Love is a thing so likes me,
That let her lay
On me all day,
Ile kiss the hand that strikes me.

2. I will not, I,
Now blubb'ring, cry,
It (Ah!) too late repents me
That I did fall
To love at all,
Since love so much contents me.

3. No, no, Ile be
In fetters free;
While others they sit wringing
Their hands for paine;
Ile entertaine
The wounds of love with singing.

4. With Flowers and Wine,
And Cakes Divine,
To strike me I will tempt thee:
Which done; no more
Ile come before
Thee and thine Altars emptie.





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