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〈♫〉〈♫〉LAdy, when I behold, the Roses sprou- ting, {repeat}The Roses 〈♫〉〈♫〉sprou-ting {repeat}which clad in damask mantells, {repeat}deck the ar- 〈♫〉〈♫〉bours: And then behold your lips, Wher sweet Loue harbours, {repeat} 〈♫〉〈♫〉And then behold, {repeat}your lips, wher sweet Loue harbors, My eies presēts me, 〈♫〉〈♫〉 {repeat}with a double, double doubting: For viewing both a like, hardly my mind 〈♫〉〈♫〉supposes, whether the Roses be your lips, or your lips the roses▪ whether the roses be your 〈♫〉〈♫〉lips, whether the Roses be your lips, or your lips the Roses. {repeat} 〈♫〉〈♫〉 {repeat}For viewing both a like, hardly my minde suppo- 〈♫〉〈♫〉ses, whether the Roses bee your lips, whether the Roses be your lips, or your 〈♫〉〈♫〉lips ye Roses. {repeat} {repeat}