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My sweetest lesbia, Though you are young, I care not for these ladies, Follow thy fair sun, My love hath vow´d, When to her lute Corrina sings, Turn back you wanton flyer, It fell on a summer´s day, The cypress curtain of the night, Follow your Saint, Fair if you expect admiring, Thou art not fair, See where she flies, Blame not my cheeks, When the god of merry desire, Your fair looks, The man of life upright, Hark all you ladies, When thou must home, Come let us sound with melody