Poems of Mr. John Milton, both English and Latin, compos'd at several times. Printed by his true copies. / The songs were set in musick by Mr. Henry Lawes Gentleman of the Kings Chappel, and one of His Maiesties private musick. Printed and publish'd according to order.
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Poems of Mr. John Milton, both English and Latin, compos'd at several times. Printed by his true copies. / The songs were set in musick by Mr. Henry Lawes Gentleman of the Kings Chappel, and one of His Maiesties private musick. Printed and publish'd according to order.
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Milton, John, 1608-1674.
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London :: Printed by Ruth Raworth for Humphrey Moseley, and are to be sold at the signe of the Princes Arms in S. Pauls Church-yard,
1645.
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"Poems of Mr. John Milton, both English and Latin, compos'd at several times. Printed by his true copies. / The songs were set in musick by Mr. Henry Lawes Gentleman of the Kings Chappel, and one of His Maiesties private musick. Printed and publish'd according to order." In the digital collection Early English Books Online. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A89149.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed June 3, 2024.
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This second Song presents them to their father and mother.
Noble Lord, and Lady bright,I have brought ye new delight,Here behold so goodly grownThree fair branches of your own,Heav'n hath timely tri'd their youth,Their saith, their patience, and their truth.And sent them here through hard assaysWith a crown of deathless Praise,To triumph in victorious danceO're sensual Folly, and Intemperance.
The dances ended, the Spirit Epilognizer.
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