Time's fatal wings do ever forward fly;
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Shall I come, sweet Love, to thee,
When the ev'ning beams are set?
Hark, all you ladies that do sleep;
The fairy Queen Proserpina
Bids you awake and pity them that weep.
Plead, Sleep, my cause, and make her soft like thee,
That she in peace may wake and pity me.
Follow your Saint, follow with accents sweet;
Haste you, sad notes, fall at her flying feet.
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