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Sing Fair Clorinda
(Age of Milton - Henry Lawes, 1595-1662)
Sing, fair Clorinda, whilst you move
Those that attend the throne above,
To leave their holy business there,
Till each with his obedient care
Shall so much harmony attain
To think the spheres were made in vain.
Since here's a voice quickens the sloth
Of nature's age, it comforts growth
In all her works, and can provoke
A lily to outlive the oak.
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