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Play; and perfection in thy play employ;
And be thy care, to learne things good; thy Joy.
Take thou my Lute (My Loue) and giue thou me,
The glorie of so great a facultie.
This sweet-tun'd consort; held but in thy hand;
Sing; and perfection in thy song command.
For thou, alreadie, hast the way to speake
Fayrely, and elegantly; and to breake
All eloquence into thy utterd minde.
One gift from heauen found, may another finde.
Use then, securely, this thy gift; and goe
To feasts, and dances, that enamour so;
And to that couetous sport of getting flory,
That Day, nor Night, will suffer to be sory.
Whoeuer, does but say, in verse; sings still:
Which he that can; of any other skill
Is capable; so he be taught by Art,
And wisedome; and can speake, at euery part
Things pleasing to an understanding Minde:
And such a one, that seekes this Lute, shall finde.
Him still it teaches easely, though he plaies
Soft voluntaries onely; and assaies
As wanton, as the sports of children are.
And (euen when he aspires to singular
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Findes the whole worke, but an vnhappie thing:
He (I say) sure; shall of this Lute be King.
But he; whoeuer, rudely sets upon,

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