XXI. Away with these selfe loving lads

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T:XXI. Away with these selfe loving lads
T:Bassus.
C: John Dowland
O: From The First Booke of songs or Ayres of foure parts, with Tableture for the Lute
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w: 1.~A- way with these selfe lov- ing lads, 
w: 2.~God Cu- pids shaft, like de- sti- nie,
w: 3.~My songs they be of Chn- this praise,
w: 4.~If Cyn- thia crave her ring of mee,
w: 5.~The worth that worth- i- nesse should move
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w: Whom Cu- pids ar- row ne- ver glads.
w: Doth ey- ther good or ill de- cree:
w: I weare her rings on ho- ly dayes,
w: I blot her name out of the tree
w: Is love, which is the bowe of love;
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w: A- way poore soules that sigh and weep,
w: De- sert is borne out of his bow,
w: On e- very tree I write her name,
w: If doubt do dar- ken things held deare,
w: And love as well the Fos- ter can,
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w: In love of them that lie and sleepe.
w: Re- ward up- on his foot doth goe.
w: And e- very day I reade the same:
w: Then wel- fare no- thing once a yeare:
w: As can the migh- ty No- ble- man:
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w: For Cu- pid is a me- dow God, 
w: What fools are they that have not known
w: Where ho- nor, Cu- pids ri- vall is,
w: For ma- ny run, but one must win,
w: Sweet Saint, tis true you wor- thy be,
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w: And for- ceth none to kisse the rod.
w: That love likes no lawes but his own?
w: There mi- ra- cles are seene of his.
w: Fools one- ly hedge the Cu- ckoe in.
w: Yet with- out love nought worth to me.