Good speed, for I this day Betimes my Mattens say: Because I doe Begin to wooe: Sweet singing Lark, Be thou the Clark, And know thy when To say, Amen. And if I prove Blest in my love; Then thou shalt be High-Priest to me, At my returne, To Incense burne; And so to solemnize Love's, and my Sacrifice.
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