X. Love stood amazed

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T:X. Love stood amazed
T:ALTUS.
C:John Dowland
H: From The Third and Last Booke of Songs or Aires.
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L:1/4
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w: 1.~Love stood a- maz'd at sweet sweet beau- ties _  paine:
w: 2.~Then his teares bred in thoughts thoughts of salt _ brine
w: 3.~Are you fled faire? where, where are now those _ eies
w: 4.~Are you false gods? why, why then do you _ raine?
w: 5.~Then from high rock, the rocke, rocke, of dis- * paire,
w: 6.~With pi- ty mov'd the gods, gods the change * love
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w: Love would have said that all was but _ vaine,
w: Fel from his eyes, like raine in sun- * shine
w: Eyes but too faire, e- hui'd by the * skies,
w: Are you just gods? why then have you * slaine
w: He fals, in hope to smo- ther in the aire,
w: To Phe- nix shape, yet can- not re- *  move
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w: And Gods but halfe di- * vine,
w: Ex- peld by rage of * fire:
w: You an- grie gods do * know,
w: The life of love on * earth.
w: Or els on stones to * burst,
w: His won- ted pro- per- * tie,
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w: But when _ Love saw that beau- tie, beau- tie would die:
w: Yet in _ such wise as an- guish, an- guish af- fords,
w: With guilt- * les bloud your scep- ters, scep- ters you stain,
w: Beau- tie, * now thy face lives, face lives in the skies,
w: Or on * cold waves to spend, to spend his last breath,
w: He loves * the sunne be- cause, be- cause it is faire,
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w: Hee all a- gast, to heav'ns, to heav'ns did _ crie,
w: He did ex- presse in these, in these his last words
w: On poore true hearts like ty- rants, ty- rants you  raine:
w: Beau- tie now let me live, me live in thine eyes,
w: Or his strange life to end, to end by strange  death,
w: Sleepe he ne- glects, he lives, he lives but by  aire,
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w: O gods, o gods what wrong, what wrong is mine.
w: His in- fin- ite, in- fin- ite  de- * sire.
w: Un- just, un- just why do, why do you so?
w: Where blisse, where blisse felt ne- ver, ne- ver death.
w: But fate, but fate for- bid, for- bid the worst.
w: And would, and would, but can- not, can- not die.

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