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Hymens triumph A pastorall tragicomædie. Presented at the Queenes court in the Strand, at her Maiesties magnificent entertainement of the Kings most excellent Maiestie, being at the nuptials of the Lord Roxborough. By Samuel Daniel.

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Hymens triumph A pastorall tragicomædie. Presented at the Queenes court in the Strand, at her Maiesties magnificent entertainement of the Kings most excellent Maiestie, being at the nuptials of the Lord Roxborough. By Samuel Daniel.
Author
Daniel, Samuel, 1562-1619.
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London :: Imprinted [by John Legat] for Francis Constable, and are to bee sold at his shop in Pauls Church-yard at the signe of the white Lyon,
1615.
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The song of the first Chorus.
Loue is a sicknesse full of woes, All remedies refusing: A plant that with most cutting growes, Most barren with best vsing. Why so? More we enioy it, more it dyes, If not enioy'd, it sighing cries, Hey ho.
Loue is a torment of the minde, A tempest euerlasting;

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And Ioue hath made it of a kinde, Not well, nor full nor fasting. Why so? More we enioy it, more it dies, If not enioyd, it sighing cries, Hey ho.
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