Love and musick

Come my Sweet, whilst ev'ry strain

cals our souls into theEare,

where the greedy listning

fain would turn into the sound they heare;

left in desire to fill the quire themselves

they tye to harmony,

let's kiss & call them back again.

Now let's orderly convey

Our Souls into each other's brest,

Where enterchanged let them stay

Slumb'ring in a melting rest;

Then with new fire

Let them retire,

And still present

Sweet fresh content

Youthfull as the clear day.