Againe (When I thy singing next shall heare)
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| ←Upon Julia's Voice | Againe (When I thy singing next shall heare) by |
All things decay and die → |
| See: Hesperides Published 1648. |
(68.) Againe
When I thy singing next shall heare,
Ile wish I might turne all to eare,
To drink in Notes, and Numbers; such
As blessed soules cann't heare too much:
Then melted down, there let me lye
Entranc'd, and lost confusedly:
And by thy Musique strucken mute,
Die, and be turn'd into a Lute.
