LIVE with me still, and all the measures Played to by the spheres I'll teach thee; Let's but thus daily, all the pleasures The moon beholds, her man shall reach thee. Dwell in mine arms, aloft we'll hover, And see fields of armies fighting: Oh, part not from me! I'll discover There all but books of fancy's writing. Be but my darling, age to free thee From her curse, shall fall a-dying; Call me thy empress, Time to see thee Shall forget his art of flying.
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