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T:XVII. A shepheard in a shade
C: John Dowland
H: From The Second Booke of Songs or Ayres of 2. 4. and 5. parts: 
H: with Tableture for the Lute or Orpherian, with the Violl de Gamba.
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w:A Shep- heard in a shade, his plain- ing made, Of love and lo- vers wrong,
w:Since love and For- tune will, I hon- our still, your faire and love- ly eye,
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w:Un- to the fair- est lasse, that trode on grasse, and thus bee- gan his _ _ song, | 
w:What con- quest will it bee, Sweet Nimph for thee, If I for sor- row _ _ dye.
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w:re- store, re- store my
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w:hart a- gaine, Which love by thy sweet _ lookes hath _ slaine, least that in- forst by your dis- daine, I sing,
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w:Fye fye on love Fye fye on love, it is a fool- ish thing.
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W:My hart where have you laid O cruell maide,
W:  To kill when you might save,
W:Why have yee cast it forth as nothing worth,
W:  Without a tombe or grave.
W:O let it bee intombed and lye,
W:  In your sweet minde and memorie,
W:Least I resound on every warbling string,
W:  Fye fye on love that is a foolish thing.