Good Speed, For I This Day Betimes My Matins Say: Because I Do Begin To Woo, Sweet-Singing Lark, Be Thou The Clerk, And Know Thy When To Say, Amen. And If I Prove Bless'D In My Love, Then Thou Shalt Be High-Priest To Me, At My Return, To Incense Burn; And So To Solemnise Love'S And My Sacrifice.
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