Sweet on the pipe, by Pan of Arcady,

Sweet is thy song, and on the viol, sweet.

I cannot fly, for

Loves encompass me are leaving me

And leave no breathing space, no not one whit;

For song and grace and beauty breathe desire

Now all at once: so I am all on fire!

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