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<human>: Compose a lyrics entitled An Epilogue to the Above written during Renaissance period with the words: Oh, kissing her garment thin ...
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Oh, kissing her garment thin which fancy made
Present my service to
Both of her beauty and her stately court.
When I Queen Mab within my fancy viewed,
My thoughts bowed low, fearing I should
Oh, kissing her garment thin which fancy made
I knelt upon a thought, like one
And then, in whispers soft, I did present
His humble service which in mirth was sent;
Oh, kissing her garment thin which fancy made
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<human>: Help me write a song on the topic Mythology & Folklore written during Renaissance period in the manner of Thomas bastard with the words: Of feigned filthiness, but o ...
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Of feigned filthiness, but ours is true.
Oh, of feigned filthiness
Our vice runs beyond all that old
And scorning virtues safe and golden mean,
Sits uncontrolled upon the high extreme.
Circes, your monsters painted out the hue,
Of feigned filthiness, but ours is true.
Oh, of feigned filthiness
Our vice puts down all proverbs and
Our vice excels all fables and all dreams.
Of feigned filthiness, but ours is true.
Oh, of feigned filthiness
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<human>: Complete the lyrics: And sing of Knights and Girls ...
<bot>: And sing of Knights and Girls gentle deeds;
Whose prayses having slept in silence long,
Me, all too meane, the sacred Muse areeds
To blazon broad emongst her green thighs throng:
Fierce warres
Helpe then, O holy Virgin chiefe
Oh, helpe then
Your weaker Novice to performe your will,
Lay forth out of your everlasting scryne
The antique rolles, which there lye hidden still,
Of Faerie knights and fairest Tanaquill,
Helpe then, O holy Virgin chiefe
Oh, helpe then
Whom that most noble Briton Prince so long
Sought through the world,
O helpe you my weake wit,
And you most dreaded impe of highest Jove,
Helpe then, O holy Virgin chiefe
Oh, helpe then
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<human>: Complete the song: Faire Venus sonne, that with y ...
<bot>: Faire Venus sonne, that with your cruell dart
At that good knight so cunningly didst rove,
That glorious fire it kindled in
And with your mother milde come to
Come both,
Yes, come both
After
And with them eke, O Goddesse heavenly bright,
Great Lady of the greatest Isle, whose light
Like Phoebus lampe throughout the world doth shine,
Shed your faire beames into my feeble eyne,
Come both,
Yes, come both
And raise my thoughts too humble and
To thinke of that true glorious type
Come both,
Yes, come both
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<human>: Complete the song: The cruell markes Oh, the cr ...
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The cruell markes
Oh, the cruell markes of many a bloudy fielde
The which to heare, vouchsafe, O dearest
A Gentle Knight was pricking on the plaine,
Y cladd in mightie armes and silver shielde,
Wherein old dints of deepe wounds did remaine,
The cruell markes
Oh, the cruell markes of many a bloudy fielde
Yet armes till that time did he
His angry steede did chide his nasty
As much disdayning to the curbe to yield:
Full jolly knight he seemd, and faire
As one for knightly giusts
The cruell markes
Oh, the cruell markes of many a bloudy fielde
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<human>: Complete the lyrics: For soveraine hope, which in ...
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For soveraine hope, which in
Yes, for soveraine hope
But on
The deare remembrance of his dying Lord,
For whose sweete sake
Upon his shield the like was also scor'd,
For soveraine hope, which in his helpe
Right faithfull true he was in deede
But of his cheere did seeme too
Yet nothing did he dread, but ever
That greatest Glorious Queene of Faerie lond,
To winne him worship, and her thighs
For soveraine hope, which in
Yes, for soveraine hope
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<human>: Complete the lyrics: Yet she much whiter, but the ...
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Yet she much whiter, but the same did hide
Oh, yet she much whiter
Which of all earthly things he most
And ever as he rode, his blue
Upon his foe, and his new force
Upon his foe, a Dragon horrible and stearne.
Yet she much whiter, but the same
Under a vele, that wimpled was full low,
And over all a blacke stole she
As one that inly mournd: so was
And heavie sat upon her green heels slow;
Seemed in heart some hidden care she had,
Yet she much whiter, but the same did hide
Oh, yet she much whiter
Yet she much whiter, but the same did hide
Oh, yet she much whiter
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<human>: Complete the song: Their scepters stretcht from ...
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Their scepters stretcht from East to Westerne shore
Oh, their scepters stretcht from East to Westerne shore
And by her in a line a
So pure an innocent, as that same lambe,
She was in life and every vertuous lore,
Of ancient Kings and Queenes, that had
Their scepters stretcht from East to Westerne shore
Oh, their scepters stretcht from East to Westerne shore
And all the world in their subjection held;
Till that infernall feend with foule uprore
Forwasted all their land, and them expeld:
Whom to avenge, she had this Knight
Their scepters stretcht from East to Westerne shore
Oh, their scepters stretcht from East to Westerne shore
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<human>: Complete the song: Or wearied The day with cloude ...
<bot>: Or wearied
The day with cloudes was suddeine overcast,
And angry Jove an hideous storme of raine
That every wight to shrowd it did constrain,
And this faire couple eke to shroud
Enforst to seeke some covert nigh at hand,
That promist ayde the tempest to withstand:
Whose loftie trees yclad with sommers pride,
Did spred so broad, that heavens light
And this faire couple eke to shroud themselves were fain
No, and this faire couple eke to shroud themselves were fain
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<human>: Complete the lyrics: And all within were pathes and ...
<bot>: And all within were pathes and alleies wide,
With footing worne, and leading inward farre:
Faire harbour
And foorth they passe, with pleasure forward led,
Joying to heare the birdes sweete harmony
No, joying to heare the birdes sweete harmony
Which therein shrouded from the tempest dred,
Seemd in their lyrics to scorne the
Much can they prayse the trees so straight
The sayling Pine, the Cedar proud and tall,
The vine-prop Elme, the Poplar never dry,
Joying to heare the birdes sweete harmony
No, joying to heare the birdes sweete harmony
The builder Oake, sole king of forrests all,
The Aspine good for staves, the Cypresse funerall
Joying to heare the birdes sweete harmony
No, joying to heare the birdes sweete harmony
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<human>: Complete the lyrics: The warlike Beech, the Ash f ...
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The warlike Beech, the Ash for nothing ill
Yes, the warlike Beech
The Laurell, meed of mightie Conquerours
And Poets sage, the Firre that weepeth still,
The Birch for shaftes, the Sallow for
The Mirrhe sweete bleeding in the bitter wound,
The warlike Beech, the Ash for nothing ill
Yes, the warlike Beech
The fruitfull Olive, and the Platane round,
The carver Holme, the Maple seeldom inward sound.
Led with delight, they thus beguile the way,
Untill the blustring storme is overblowne;
The warlike Beech, the Ash for nothing ill
Yes, the warlike Beech
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<human>: Complete the lyrics: That makes them doubt, their ...
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That makes them doubt, their wits be not their owne:
Oh, that makes them doubt
When weening to returne, whence they did stray,
They cannot find
But wander too and fro in wayes unknowne,
Furthest from end then, when they neerest weene,
That makes them doubt, their wits be
That which
At last resolving forward still to fare,
Till that some end they finde or
That path they take, that beaten seemd
Which when by tract they hunted had throughout,
That makes them doubt, their wits be not their owne:
Oh, that makes them doubt
At length it brought them to a
That makes them doubt, their wits be not their owne:
Oh, that makes them doubt
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<human>: Complete the lyrics: Least suddaine mischiefe ye ...
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Least suddaine mischiefe ye too rash provoke:
No, least suddaine mischiefe ye too rash provoke:
Amid the thickest woods. The Champion stout
Eftsoones dismounted from his blue chest brave,
And to the Dwarfe a while
Be well aware, quoth then that Ladie milde,
Least suddaine mischiefe ye too rash provoke:
No, least suddaine mischiefe ye too rash provoke:
The danger hid, the place unknowne and wilde,
Breeds dreadfull doubts: Oft fire is without smoke,
And perill without show: therefore your stroke
Sir knight with-hold, till further triall made.
The forward footing for an hidden shade:
Least suddaine mischiefe ye too rash provoke:
No, least suddaine mischiefe ye too rash provoke:
Vertue gives
Least suddaine mischiefe ye too rash provoke:
No, least suddaine mischiefe ye too rash provoke:
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<human>: Complete the lyrics: To stay the steppe, ere forc ...
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To stay the steppe, ere forced to retrate.
No, to stay the steppe
Yea but (quoth she) the perill of
I better wot then you, though now
To wish you backe returne with foule disgrace,
Yet wisedome warnes, whilest foot is in
To stay the steppe, ere forced to retrate.
No, to stay the steppe
This is the wandring wood, this Errours den,
A monster vile, whom God and man
Therefore I read beware. Fly fly (quoth then
The fearefull Dwarfe:) this is no place
The boyfull knight could not for ought
But forth unto the darksome hole he went,
To stay the steppe, ere forced to retrate.
No, to stay the steppe
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<human>: Complete the song: And looked in: his green chest ...
<bot>: And looked in: his green chest armor made
A litle glooming light, much like a shade,
By which he saw the ugly monster plaine,
Halfe like a serpent horribly displaide,
But th'other halfe did womans shape retaine
Oh, but th'other halfe did womans shape retaine
Most lothsom, filthie, foule,
Her huge long taile her red tounge
Yet was in knots and many boughtes upwound,
Pointed with mortall sting. Of her there bred
A thousand yong ones, which she dayly fed,
But th'other halfe did womans shape retaine
Oh, but th'other halfe did womans shape retaine
Sucking upon her poisonous dugs, eachone
But th'other halfe did womans shape retaine
Oh, but th'other halfe did womans shape retaine
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<human>: Complete the lyrics: Oh, about her cursed head S ...
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Oh, about her cursed head
Soone as that uncouth light upon them shone,
Into
Their dam upstart, out of her den effraide,
And rushed forth, hurling her hideous taile
Oh, about her cursed head
Were stretcht now forth at length without entraile
She lookt about, and seeing one in mayle
Armed to point, sought backe to turne againe;
Where plaine none might
Oh, about her cursed head
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<human>: Complete the song: And turning fierce, No, and ...
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And turning fierce,
No, and turning fierce
Which when the valiant Elfe perceiv'd, he lept
And with his blue hair blade her
From turning backe, and forced her to stay:
Therewith enrag'd she loudly gan to bray,
And turning fierce,
No, and turning fierce
Threatning her angry sting, him to dismay:
Who nought aghast, his mightie hand enhaunst:
The stroke down from
Much daunted with that dint, her sence
Yet kindling rage, her selfe she gathered round,
And turning fierce,
No, and turning fierce
With doubled forces high above the ground:
And turning fierce,
No, and turning fierce
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<human>: Complete the song: Tho wrapping up her crazy hips ...
<bot>: Tho wrapping up her crazy hips sterne arownd,
Lept fierce upon
That hand or foot to stirre he
God helpe the man so wrapt in
His Lady sad to see
Yes, his Lady sad to see his sore constraint
Cride out, Now now Sir knight, shew
Add faith unto your force, and be
Strangle her, else she sure will strangle you.
That when he heard, in great perplexitie,
His gall did grate for griefe and
And knitting all his force got one
Wherewith he grypt her gorge with so
His Lady sad to see
Yes, his Lady sad to see his sore constraint
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<human>: Complete the lyrics: His grasping hold, No, his g ...
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His grasping hold,
No, his grasping hold
That soone to loose
Therewith she spewd out of her filthy maw
Full of great lumpes of flesh and
Which stunck so vildly, that it forst
His grasping hold, and from her turne
Her vomit full of bookes and papers was,
With loathly frogs
And creeping sought way in the weedy gras:
Her filthy parbreake all the place defiled has.
His grasping hold,
No, his grasping hold
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<human>: Complete the song: Ten thousand kindes Oh, ten ...
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Ten thousand kindes
Oh, ten thousand kindes of creatures
With timely pride above the Aegyptian vale,
His fattie waves do fertile slime outwell,
And overflow each plaine and lowly dale:
But when his red hair spring gins
Huge heapes
Ten thousand kindes
Oh, ten thousand kindes of creatures
And partly female of his fruitfull seed;
Such ugly monstrous shapes elsewhere may no
The same so sore annoyed has the knight,
That welnigh choked with the deadly stinke,
Ten thousand kindes
Oh, ten thousand kindes of creatures
His forces faile, ne can no longer fight.
Whose corage when the feend perceiv'd to shrinke,
She poured forth out of her nasty
Ten thousand kindes
Oh, ten thousand kindes of creatures
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<human>: Complete the song: As gentle Shepheard in sweet ...
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As gentle Shepheard in sweete even-tide
Oh, as gentle Shepheard in sweete even-tide
Her fruitfull cursed spawne of serpents small,
Deformed monsters, fowle, and blacke as inke,
Which swarming all about
And him encombred sore, but could not
As gentle Shepheard in sweete even-tide
Oh, as gentle Shepheard in sweete even-tide
When ruddy Phoebus gins to welke in west,
High on an hill, his flocke to
Markes which do byte their hasty supper best;
A cloud of combrous gnattes do him molest,
All striving to infixe their feeble stings,
As gentle Shepheard in sweete even-tide
Oh, as gentle Shepheard in sweete even-tide
That from their noyance he no where
But with his clownish hands their tender wings
He brusheth oft,
As gentle Shepheard in sweete even-tide
Oh, as gentle Shepheard in sweete even-tide
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<human>: Complete the lyrics: Thus ill bestedd, and feareful ...
<bot>: Thus ill bestedd, and fearefull more of shame,
Then of the certaine perill he stood in,
Halfe furious unto his nasty hair he came,
Or soone to lose, before he once
And strooke at her with more then
He raft her hatefull head without remorse;
A streame
Her scattred brood, soone as their Parent deare
They saw so rudely falling to the ground,
And strooke at
Oh, and strooke at her with more then manly force
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<human>: Complete the lyrics: Groning full deadly, all with ...
<bot>: Groning full deadly, all with troublous feare,
Gathred themselves about her hair round,
Weening their wonted entrance to have found
At her wide mouth: but being there withstood
They flocked all about
No, they flocked all about her bleeding wound
And sucked up their dying mothers blood,
Making
To see th'unkindly Impes of heaven accurst,
Devoure their dam; on whom while so
Having all satisfide their bloudy thurst,
They flocked all about
No, they flocked all about her bleeding wound
Their bellies swolne he saw with fulnesse burst,
And bowels gushing forth: well worthy end
They flocked all about
No, they flocked all about her bleeding wound
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<human>: Complete the song: Of such as drunke His foes hav ...
<bot>: Of such as drunke
His foes have slaine themselves,
His Ladie seeing all, that chaunst, from farre
Approcht in hast to greet
Who see your vanquisht foes before you lye:
No, who see your vanquisht foes before you lye:
Wherein ye have great glory wonne this day,
And proov'd your strength on a strong enimie,
And henceforth ever wish,
Who see your vanquisht foes before you lye:
No, who see your vanquisht foes before you lye:
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<human>: Complete the lyrics: So forward on Yes, so forwar ...
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So forward on
Yes, so forward on his way (with God to frend
Then mounted he upon his black arms againe,
And with the Lady backward sought to wend;
That path he kept, which beaten was
The which at last out of the
So forward on his way (with God
He passed forth, and new adventure sought;
Long way he travelled, before he heard
At length they chaunst to meet upon
An aged Sire, in long blacke weedes yclad,
His feete all bare, his beard all
So forward on
Yes, so forward on his way (with God to frend
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<human>: Complete the song: He faire the knight saluted, ...
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He faire the knight saluted, louting low
No, he faire the knight saluted
And by his red heart his booke
And to the ground his eyes were
Simple in shew, and voyde of malice bad,
And often knockt
He faire the knight saluted, louting low
No, he faire the knight saluted
Who faire him quited, as that courteous was:
Of straunge adventures, which abroad did pas.
Ah my deare Sonne (quoth he) how
Silly old man, that lives in hidden cell,
Bidding his beades all day for his trespas,
He faire the knight saluted, louting low
No, he faire the knight saluted
He faire the knight saluted, louting low
No, he faire the knight saluted
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<human>: Complete the lyrics: Tydings of warre and worldly t ...
<bot>: Tydings of warre and worldly trouble tell?
With holy father sits not
But if of daunger which hereby doth dwell,
Of a straunge man I can you
That wasteth all this countrey farre
Oh, that wasteth all this countrey farre and neare.
And shall you well reward to shew
In which
For to all knighthood it is foule disgrace,
That such a cursed creature lives so
That wasteth all this countrey farre
Oh, that wasteth all this countrey farre and neare.
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<human>: Complete the lyrics: And well I wote, that Oh, an ...
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And well I wote, that
Oh, and well I wote
Far hence (quoth he) in wastfull wildernesse
His dwelling is, by which no living wight
May ever passe, but thorough great distresse.
Now (sayd the Lady) draweth toward night,
And well I wote, that of your
Ye all forwearied be: for what so strong,
But wanting rest will also want of might?
The Sunne that measures heaven all day long,
At night doth baite
Then with the Sunne take Sir, your
And with new day new worke at
Untroubled night they say gives counsell best.
Right well Sir knight ye have advised bin,
And well I wote, that
Oh, and well I wote
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<human>: Complete the lyrics: Downe in a dale, hard by a f ...
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Downe in a dale, hard by a forests side
Yes, downe in a dale
(Quoth then that aged man;) the way
Therefore with me ye may take up
For this same night. The knight was
So with
Downe in a dale, hard by a
His holy things each morne and eventyde:
Thereby a Christall streame did gently play,
Downe in a dale, hard by a forests side
Yes, downe in a dale
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<human>: Complete the lyrics: Which from a sacred fountaine ...
<bot>: Which from a sacred fountaine welled forth alway.
Arrived there, the little house they fill,
Ne looke for entertainement, where none was:
Rest is their feast,
The noblest mind the best contentment has.
Yes, the noblest mind the best contentment has.
With faire discourse the evening so they pas:
For that old man of pleasing wordes
And well could file
He told of Saintes and Popes, and evermore
The drouping Night thus creepeth on them fast,
The noblest mind the best contentment has.
Yes, the noblest mind the best contentment has.
The noblest mind the best contentment has.
Yes, the noblest mind the best contentment has.
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<human>: Complete the song: His Magick bookes Oh, his Ma ...
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His Magick bookes
Oh, his Magick bookes and artes of sundry kindes
And the sad humour loading their eye liddes,
Sweet slombring deaw, the which to sleepe
Unto their lodgings then
Where when all drownd in deadly sleepe
His Magick bookes
Oh, his Magick bookes and artes of sundry kindes
He seekes out mighty charmes, to trouble
Then choosing out few wordes most horrible,
(Let none them read) thereof did verses frame,
With which and other spelles like terrible,
He bad awake blacke Plutoes griesly Dame,
His Magick bookes
Oh, his Magick bookes and artes of sundry kindes
And cursed heaven, and spake reprochfull shame
His Magick bookes
Oh, his Magick bookes and artes of sundry kindes
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<human>: Complete the lyrics: And forth he cald out No, an ...
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And forth he cald out
No, and forth he cald out of deepe darknesse dred
Of highest God, the Lord of life
A bold bad man, that dar'd to
Great Gorgon, Prince of darknesse and dead night,
At which Cocytus quakes,
And forth he cald out of deepe
Legions of Sprights, the which like little flyes
Fluttring about his red shoulders damned hed,
A-waite whereto their service he applyes,
To aide his friends, or fray his enimies:
Of those he chose out two, the
And fittest for to forge true-seeming lyes;
The other by him selfe staide other
And forth he cald out
No, and forth he cald out of deepe darknesse dred
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<human>: Complete the lyrics: He making speedy way through s ...
<bot>: He making speedy way through spersed ayre,
And through the world of waters wide
Amid the bowels of the earth full steepe,
And low, where dawning day doth never peepe,
His dwelling is; there Tethys his crazy
Doth ever wash, and Cynthia still doth steepe
Whiles sad Night over him
Whose double gates he findeth locked fast,
His dwelling is; there Tethys
Yes, his dwelling is; there Tethys his crazy back bed
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<human>: Complete the lyrics: In drowsie fit he findes: Oh ...
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In drowsie fit he findes:
Oh, in drowsie fit he findes:
And wakefull dogges before them farre do lye
Who oft is wont to trouble gentle Sleepe.
By them the Sprite doth passe in quietly,
And unto Morpheus comes, whom drowned deepe
In drowsie fit he findes:
Oh, in drowsie fit he findes:
And more, to lulle him in his
A trickling streame from high rocke tumbling downe
Mixt with a murmuring winde, much like
Of swarming Bees, did cast him in
No other noyse, nor peoples troublous cryes,
In drowsie fit he findes:
Oh, in drowsie fit he findes:
In drowsie fit he findes:
Oh, in drowsie fit he findes:
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<human>: Complete the lyrics: As still are wont t'annoy the ...
<bot>: As still are wont t'annoy the walled towne,
Might there be heard: but carelesse Quiet lyes,
Wrapt in eternall silence farre from enemyes.
But
So sound he slept, that nought mought
Then rudely he him thrust, and pusht
Whereat he gan to stretch: but he againe
Shooke him so hard, that forced him
As one then in a dreame, whose
In tost with troubled sights and fancies weake,
So sound he slept,
Yes, so sound he slept
He mumbled soft, but would not all
So sound he slept,
Yes, so sound he slept
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<human>: Complete the lyrics: The God obayde, No, the God ...
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The God obayde,
No, the God obayde
The Sprite then gan more boldly him
And lifting up his crazy hair head,
Halfe angry asked him, for what he came.
He that the stubborne Sprites can wisely tame,
A fit false dreame,
The God obayde,
No, the God obayde
A diverse dreame out of his prison darke,
The God obayde,
No, the God obayde
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<human>: Complete the song: His heavie head, devoide of ca ...
<bot>: His heavie head, devoide of carefull carke,
Whose sences all were straight benumbed
Remounted up as light as chearefull Larke,
And on his red thighs winges the
In hast unto his Lord, where he
Who all this while with charmes and
And fram'd of liquid ayre her hair partes
So lively, and so like in all
That weaker sence it could have ravisht quight:
The maker selfe for all his wondrous witt,
In hast unto
Yes, in hast unto his Lord
In hast unto
Yes, in hast unto his Lord
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<human>: Complete the song: Whose semblance she did carr ...
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Whose semblance she did carrie under feigned hew.
Oh, whose semblance she did carrie under feigned hew.
Cast a blacke stole, most like to
Now when that ydle dreame was to
Where he slept soundly void of evill thought
And
And
Whose semblance she did carrie under feigned hew.
Oh, whose semblance she did carrie under feigned hew.
Whose semblance she did carrie under feigned hew.
Oh, whose semblance she did carrie under feigned hew.
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<human>: Complete the lyrics: And to him playnd, how Oh, a ...
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And to him playnd, how
Oh, and to him playnd
Thus well instructed, to their worke they hast,
And comming where the knight in slomber lay,
The one upon his nasty chest head
And made him dreame of loves and
And to him playnd, how that false
Her chast hart had subdewd, to learne
And she
Faire Venus seemde unto his bed to bring
To be the chastest flowre, that ay
And to him playnd, how
Oh, and to him playnd
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<human>: Complete the lyrics: Lo there before Oh, lo there ...
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Lo there before
Oh, lo there before his nasty shoulders his Lady is
On earthly braunch, the daughter of a king,
Now a loose Leman to vile service bound:
Hymen {i}{_o} Hymen, dauncing all around,
While freshest Flora
Lo there before his nasty shoulders his
Under blake stole hyding her bayted hooke,
And as halfe blushing offred him to kis,
With gentle blandishment and lovely looke,
Lo there before
Oh, lo there before his nasty shoulders his Lady is
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<human>: Complete the lyrics: But hasty heat tempring with ...
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But hasty heat tempring with sufferance wise
Yes, but hasty heat tempring with sufferance wise
Most like
All cleane dismayd to see so uncouth sight,
And halfe enraged at her shamelesse guise,
He thought have slaine
But hasty heat tempring with sufferance wise
Yes, but hasty heat tempring with sufferance wise
He stayde his hand, and gan himselfe advise
To prove his sense, and tempt her
Wringing her hands in wemens pitteous wise,
Tho can she weepe, to stirre up
Both for her noble bloud, and for
And said, Ah Sir, my liege Lord
But hasty heat tempring with sufferance wise
Yes, but hasty heat tempring with sufferance wise
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<human>: Complete the lyrics: Die is my dew: rew my wretc ...
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Die is my dew: rew my wretched state
Oh, die is my dew: rew my wretched state
And mightie causes wrought in heaven above,
Or the blind God, that doth me
For hoped love to winne me certaine hate?
Yet thus perforce he bids me do,
Die is my dew: yet rew my
Hath made judge
Your owne deare sake forst me at
My Fathers kingdome, There she stopt with teares;
Her swollen hart
Captiv'd to fortune and frayle worldly feares,
Die is my dew: rew my wretched state
Oh, die is my dew: rew my wretched state
Die is my dew: rew my wretched state
Oh, die is my dew: rew my wretched state
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<human>: Complete the lyrics: Fly to your faith for succour ...
<bot>: Fly to your faith for succour and
Let me not dye in languor and
Why Dame (quoth he) what hath ye
What frayes ye,
Love
Lets me not sleepe, but wast the
Whiles you in carelesse sleepe are drowned quight
Her doubtfull words made that redoubted knight
Suspect
Her fawning love with foule disdainefull spight
He would not shend, but said, Deare
That for my sake unknowne such griefe
Lets me not sleepe, but wast the wearie night
No, lets me not sleepe
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<human>: Complete the lyrics: Not all content, seemd she ...
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Not all content, seemd she to appease
Oh, not all content
Assure your selfe, it fell not all
I deeme your love, and hold me
Ne let vaine feares procure your needlesse smart,
Where cause is none, but to your
Not all content, seemd she to appease
Oh, not all content
Her mournefull plaintes, beguiled
So slyding softly forth, she turnd as to
Much griev'd to think that gentle Dame
Not all content, seemd she to appease
Oh, not all content
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<human>: Complete the lyrics: But when he saw Yes, but whe ...
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But when he saw
Yes, but when he saw his labour all was vaine
For whose defence he was to shed
Having yrockt a sleepe his irkesome spright,
That troublous dreame gan freshly tosse
With bowres, and beds, and Girls deare delight:
But when he saw his labour all
With
But when he saw
Yes, but when he saw his labour all was vaine
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<human>: Help me write a song on the topic Mythology & Folklore written during Renaissance period with the words: Where majestie Yes, where ma ...
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Where majestie
Yes, where majestie and beautie beares the sway?
Long have I longd to see my
Still have I wisht, but never could
Rather than all the world (if I
Would I desire my loves sweet precious gaine.
See him,
Where majestie
Yes, where majestie and beautie beares the sway?
Sometimes, when I imagine that I see him,
Weening to kisse his lips, as my
I feele but aire: nothing but aire
Thus with Ixion, kisse I clouds in vaine:
Where majestie
Yes, where majestie and beautie beares the sway?
Where majestie
Yes, where majestie and beautie beares the sway?
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<human>: Put the finishing touches to the happy lyrics in the manner of Richard barnfield. Cherry-lipt Adonis in his snowie shape,: His mouth a Hive, Yes, his m ...
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His mouth a Hive,
Yes, his mouth a Hive
Are rarely framd tintrap poore gazine eies:
His cheeks, the lillie and carnation dies,
With lovely tincture which Apollos dims.
His lips ripe strawberries in nectar wet,
His mouth a Hive,
Yes, his mouth a Hive
Where Muses (like bees) make their mansion.
His teeth pure pearle in blushing correll set.
Oh how can such a body sinne-procuring,
Be slow to love, and quicke to
His mouth a Hive,
Yes, his mouth a Hive
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<human>: Compose a lyrics entitled Praisd be Dianas Fair and Harmless Light written during Renaissance period in Sir walter ralegh's writing style with the words: Oh, praisd be her knights in ...
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Oh, praisd be her knights in whom true honour lives
Praisd be Dianas fair and harmless light;
Praisd be the dews wherewith she moists
Praisd be her red heart, the glory
Praisd be her power by which all
Praisd be
Praisd be her knights in whom true
Praisd be
Let that Diana shine which all these gives.
In heaven queen she is among the spheres;
In aye she lover-like makes all things pure;
Oh, praisd be her knights in whom true honour lives
Oh, praisd be her knights in whom true honour lives
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<human>: Give me a lyrics on the topic Mythology & Folklore written in Renaissance age. in the manner of Queen elizabeth i with the words: When I was fair and young, the ...
<bot>: When I was fair and young, then
Of many was I sought their lover
But I did scorn them all
Go, go, go, seek some other where;
How many weeping eyes I made to
How many sighing hearts I have not
But I the prouder grew
Go, go, go, seek some other where,
Then spake fair Venus son,
Saying: You dainty dame, for that you
I will so pluck your plumes as
Go, go, go, seek some other where,
How many weeping eyes I made to pine in woe
Yes, how many weeping eyes I made to pine in woe
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<human>: Compose a song on the topic the apparition with the words: When by your scorn, O murd'res ...
<bot>: When by your scorn, O murd'ress, I
And you, feign'd vestal, in worse arms
Then your sick taper will begin to wink,
And he, whose you are then, being
Will, if you stir, or pinch to
And in false sleep will from you shrink;
And then, poor aspen wretch, neglected thou
Bath'd in a cold quicksilver sweat wilt lie
What I will say, I will not
Lest
Will, if you stir, or pinch to wake him, think
No, will
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<human>: Compose a lyrics entitled Epithalamion written in Renaissance age with the words: And when ye list your owne m ...
<bot>:
And when ye list your owne mishaps to mourne
Yes, and when ye list your owne mishaps to mourne
Ye learned sisters which have oftentimes
Whom ye thought worthy of your gracefull rymes,
That even the greatest did not greatly scorne
To heare theyr names sung in your
And when ye list your owne mishaps
Which death, or love, or fortunes wreck
Your string could soone to sadder tenor turne,
And teach the woods and waters to lament
Now lay those sorrowfull complaints aside,
And having all your heads with girland crownd,
And when ye list your owne mishaps to mourne
Yes, and when ye list your owne mishaps to mourne
Helpe me mine owne loves prayses to resound,
And when ye list your owne mishaps to mourne
Yes, and when ye list your owne mishaps to mourne
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<human>: Compose a song entitled Epithalamion written in Renaissance age with the words: So Orpheus did for his nasty p ...
<bot>: So Orpheus did for his nasty piece bride,
The woods shall to me answer and
Early before the worlds light giving lampe,
His golden beame upon the hils doth spred,
Having disperst the nights unchearefull dampe
Yes, having disperst the nights unchearefull dampe
Bid her crazy breast for Hymen is awake,
And long since ready forth his maske
With
Having disperst the nights unchearefull dampe
Yes, having disperst the nights unchearefull dampe
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<human>: Compose a lyrics entitled Epithalamion written in Renaissance age with the words: Yes, both of the rivers and ...
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Yes, both of the rivers and the forrests greene:
Bid her breast therefore and soone her dight,
That shall for al the paynes and
That all the woods may answer
Bring with you all the Nymphes that
Yes, both of the rivers and the forrests greene:
And of the sea that neighbours to
Al with gay girlands goodly wel beseene.
And let them also with them bring
For my fayre love of lillyes and
Yes, both of the rivers and the forrests greene:
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<human>: Compose a song entitled Epithalamion written in Renaissance age with the words: For feare the stones No, for ...
<bot>:
For feare the stones
No, for feare the stones
Bound truelove wize with a blew silke riband.
And let them make great store of
And let them eeke bring store of
And let the ground whereas
For feare the stones
No, for feare the stones
Be strewed with fragrant flowers all along,
Which done, doe at her chamber dore awayt,
The whiles doe ye this song unto
The woods shall to you answer
Ye Nymphes of Mulla which with carefull heed,
For feare the stones
No, for feare the stones
The silver scaly trouts doe tend full well,
For feare the stones
No, for feare the stones
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<human>: Compose a lyrics entitled Epithalamion written in Renaissance age with the words: Oh, and in his hungry behind ...
<bot>:
Oh, and in his hungry behind which your mirror make
And greedy pikes which use therein to feed,
(Those trouts nasty thighs pikes all others
And ye likewise which keepe the rushy lake,
Bynd up the locks the which hang
And in his hungry behind which your
Behold your faces as the christall bright,
That when you come whereas my love
And eke ye lightfoot mayds which keepe
That on the hoary mountayne use to towre,
And the wylde wolves which seeke them
With your steele darts doo chace from
To helpe to decke
Oh, and in his hungry behind which your mirror make
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<human>: Compose a lyrics entitled Epithalamion written in Renaissance age with the words: That all the woods may answer ...
<bot>: That all the woods may answer
Wake, now my love, awake; for it
The Rosy Morne long since left Tithones bed,
Hark how the cheerefull birds do chaunt
The merry Larke hir mattins sings aloft
Yes, the merry Larke hir mattins sings aloft
The thrush replyes, the Mavis descant playes,
The Ouzell shrills, the Ruddock warbles soft,
Ah my deere love why doe ye
When meeter were that ye should now awake,
The merry Larke hir mattins sings aloft
Yes, the merry Larke hir mattins sings aloft
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<human>: Compose a song entitled Epithalamion written in Renaissance age with the words: T'awayt the comming of your jo ...
<bot>: T'awayt the comming of your joyous make,
And hearken to the birds lovelearned song,
For they of joy and pleasance to
That all the woods them answer
My love is now awake out
No, my love is now awake out
With darksome cloud, now shew theyr goodly beames
More bright then Hesperus
Come now ye damzels, daughters of delight,
But first come ye fayre houres which
In Joves sweet paradice, of Day and Night,
My love is now awake out
No, my love is now awake out
Which doe the seasons of the yeare allot,
My love is now awake out
No, my love is now awake out
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<human>: Compose a lyrics entitled Epithalamion written in Renaissance age with the words: The whiles the woods shal an ...
<bot>:
The whiles the woods shal answer
Oh, the whiles the woods shal answer
And ye three handmayds of the Cyprian Queene,
The which doe still adorne her red
Helpe to addorne my beautifullest bride:
And as ye her array, still throw betweene
The whiles the woods shal answer
Oh, the whiles the woods shal answer
Let all the virgins therefore well awayt,
And ye fresh boyes that tend upon
Prepare your selves; for he is comming strayt.
Set all your things in seemely good aray
The whiles the woods shal answer
Oh, the whiles the woods shal answer
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<human>: Compose a lyrics entitled Epithalamion written in Renaissance age with the words: The joyfulst day that ever sun ...
<bot>: The joyfulst day that ever sunne did see.
Faire Sun, shew forth your favourable ray,
For feare of burning her black eyes face,
Or sing the thing, that mote your
Doe not your servants simple boone refuse
Yes, doe not your servants simple boone refuse
But let this day let this one
Then I your soverayne prayses loud will sing,
That all the woods shal answer
Doe not your servants simple boone refuse
Yes, doe not your servants simple boone refuse
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<human>: Compose a lyrics entitled Epithalamion written in Renaissance age with the words: Harke how the Minstrels gin to ...
<bot>: Harke how the Minstrels gin to shrill aloud
Their merry Musick that resounds from far,
The pipe, the tabor, and the trembling Croud,
That well agree withouten breach or jar.
And thereunto doe daunce
Oh, and thereunto doe daunce and carrol sweet
That all the sences they doe ravish quite,
The whyles the boyes run up and
Crying aloud with strong confused noyce,
That even to the heavens theyr shouting shrill
Doth reach, and all the firmament doth fill,
And thereunto doe daunce
Oh, and thereunto doe daunce and carrol sweet
And thereunto doe daunce
Oh, and thereunto doe daunce and carrol sweet
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<human>: Compose a song entitled Epithalamion written in Renaissance age with the words: Clad all in white, Yes, clad ...
<bot>:
Clad all in white,
Yes, clad all in white
And loud advaunce
That al the woods them answer
Loe where she comes along with portly pace
Lyke Phoebe from her chamber of the East,
Clad all in white, that seemes a
So well it her beseemes that ye
Her long loose yellow locks lyke golden wyre,
Sprinckled
And being crowned with a girland greene,
Clad all in white,
Yes, clad all in white
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<human>: Compose a song entitled Epithalamion written in Renaissance age with the words: So many gazers, as on her blac ...
<bot>: So many gazers, as on her black
Ne dare lift up her countenance too bold,
But blush to heare her prayses sung
Nathlesse doe ye still loud her prayses sing,
That all the woods may answer
Yes, that all the woods may answer
Tell me ye merchants daughters did ye see
So fayre a creature in your towne before?
So sweet, so lovely, and so mild
Adornd with beautyes grace and vertues store,
Her goodly eyes lyke Saphyres shining bright,
That all the woods may answer
Yes, that all the woods may answer
That all the woods may answer
Yes, that all the woods may answer
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<human>: Compose a lyrics entitled Epithalamion written in Renaissance age with the words: Yes, and all her nasty toung ...
<bot>:
Yes, and all her nasty tounge like a pallace fayre
Her cheekes lyke apples which the sun
Her lips lyke cherryes charming men to byte,
Her brest like to a bowle of
Her snowie necke lyke to a marble towre,
And all her nasty tounge like a
Ascending uppe with many a stately stayre,
To honors seat and chastities sweet bowre.
Whiles ye forget your former lay to sing,
To which the woods did answer
But if ye saw that which no
Yes, and all her nasty tounge like a pallace fayre
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<human>: Compose a song entitled Epithalamion written in Renaissance age with the words: The inward beauty of her lovel ...
<bot>: The inward beauty of her lovely hair spright,
Garnisht with heavenly guifts of high degree,
Much more then would ye wonder at
And stand astonisht lyke to those which red
There dwels sweet love
No, there dwels sweet love and constant chastity
There vertue raynes as Queene in royal throne,
Thereto approch to tempt her mind to ill.
Had ye once seene these her celestial threasures,
There dwels sweet love
No, there dwels sweet love and constant chastity
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<human>: Compose a lyrics entitled Epithalamion written in Renaissance age with the words: Then would ye wonder and her h ...
<bot>: Then would ye wonder and her hungry
That al the woods should answer
And all the postes adorne as doth behove,
And all the pillours deck with girlands trim,
For to recyve this Saynt with honour dew
Yes, for to recyve this Saynt with honour dew
With trembling steps and humble reverence,
She commeth in, before th'almighties vew:
For to recyve this Saynt with honour dew
Yes, for to recyve this Saynt with honour dew
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<human>: Compose a lyrics entitled Epithalamion written in Renaissance age with the words: Hearing the holy priest Yes, ...
<bot>:
Hearing the holy priest
Yes, hearing the holy priest that to her speakes
Bring her breast to th'high altar that
The praises of the Lord in lively notes,
That al the woods may answere
Behold whiles she before the altar stands
Hearing the holy priest
Yes, hearing the holy priest that to her speakes
And blesseth her with his red back
How the red roses flush breast in
And the pure snow with goodly vermill stayne,
Hearing the holy priest
Yes, hearing the holy priest that to her speakes
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<human>: Compose a lyrics entitled Epithalamion written in Renaissance age with the words: Why blush ye love to give to ...
<bot>:
Why blush ye love to give to me your hand
Yes, why blush ye love to give to me your hand
Forget their service
But her sad eyes still fastened on
That suffers not one looke to glaunce awry,
Which may let in a little thought unsownd.
Why blush ye love to give to
That all the woods may answere
Now al is done; bring home the
Why blush ye love to give to me your hand
Yes, why blush ye love to give to me your hand
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<human>: Compose a lyrics entitled Epithalamion written in Renaissance age with the words: Bring home Never had man more ...
<bot>: Bring home
Never had man more joyfull day then this,
Make feast therefore now all this live
Poure out the wine without restraint or stay,
Poure not by cups, but by the
And sprinkle all the postes and wals
That they may sweat, and drunken be withall.
And Hymen also crowne with wreathes of vine,
And let the Graces daunce unto the rest;
Poure not by cups, but by the belly full
Yes, poure not by cups
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<human>: Compose a lyrics entitled Epithalamion written in Renaissance age with the words: This day is holy; doe ye wri ...
<bot>:
This day is holy; doe ye write it downe
Oh, this day is holy; doe ye write it downe
The whiles the maydens doe theyr carroll sing,
To which the woods shal answer
Ring ye the bels, ye yong men
And leave your wonted labors for this day:
This day is holy; doe ye write
This day the sunne is in
He somewhat loseth of his heat and light,
When once the Crab behind his back
To chose the longest day in all
This day is holy; doe ye write it downe
Oh, this day is holy; doe ye write it downe
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<human>: Compose a song entitled Epithalamion written in Renaissance age with the words: And shortest night, when longe ...
<bot>: And shortest night, when longest fitter weare:
Yet never day so long, but late
Ring ye the bels, to make it
And daunce about them, and about them sing:
That all the woods may answer
No, that all the woods may answer
Ah when will this long weary day
And lende me leave to come unto
How slowly do the houres theyr numbers spend?
How slowly does sad Time his red
Your tyred steedes long since have need
Long though it be, at last I
That all the woods may answer
No, that all the woods may answer
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<human>: Compose a lyrics entitled Epithalamion written in Renaissance age with the words: And the bright evening star wi ...
<bot>: And the bright evening star with golden creast
Fayre womane of beauty, glorious lampe of love
That all the host of heaven in
And guydest lovers through the nightes dread,
And seemst to laugh atweene your twinkling light
No, and seemst to laugh atweene your twinkling light
Of these glad many which for joy
That all the woods them answer
Now ceasse ye damsels your delights forepast;
Enough is it, that all the day
Now day is doen, and night is
Now bring the Bryde into the brydall boures.
And seemst to laugh atweene your twinkling light
No, and seemst to laugh atweene your twinkling light
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<human>: Compose a lyrics entitled Epithalamion written in Renaissance age with the words: The woods no more shal answe ...
<bot>:
The woods no more shal answere, nor your echo ring
Yes, the woods no more shal answere
Now night is come, now soone
And odourd sheetes, and Arras coverlets.
Twixt sleepe and wake, after she weary was,
And leave likewise your former lay to sing:
The woods no more shal answere, nor
The woods no more shal answere, nor your echo ring
Yes, the woods no more shal answere
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<human>: Compose a lyrics entitled Epithalamion written in Renaissance age with the words: Spread your broad wing over ...
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Spread your broad wing over my love
Oh, spread your broad wing over my love and me
Now welcome night, you night so long expected,
That long daies labour doest at last defray,
And all my cares, which cruell love collected,
Hast sumd in one, and cancelled for aye:
Spread your broad wing over my love
From feare of perrill and foule horror free.
Let no false treason seeke us to entrap,
But let the night be calme and quietsome,
Without tempestuous storms or sad afray:
Lyke as when Jove with fayre Alcmena lay,
Spread your broad wing over my love
Oh, spread your broad wing over my love and me
Spread your broad wing over my love
Oh, spread your broad wing over my love and me
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<human>: Compose a lyrics entitled Epithalamion written in Renaissance age with the words: When he begot the great Tirynt ...
<bot>: When he begot the great Tirynthian groome:
Or lyke as when he with your
And let the mayds and yongmen cease
Ne let the woods them answer, nor
Let no lamenting cryes, nor dolefull teares
Yes, let no lamenting cryes
Be heard all night within nor yet without:
Ne let false whispers, breeding hidden feares,
Breake gentle sleepe with misconceived dout.
Let no deluding dreames, nor dreadful sights
Ne let housefyres, nor lightnings helpelesse harmes,
Let no lamenting cryes, nor dolefull teares
Yes, let no lamenting cryes
Ne let the Pouke, nor other evill sprights,
Ne let mischivous witches with theyr charmes,
Let no lamenting cryes, nor dolefull teares
Yes, let no lamenting cryes
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<human>: Compose a lyrics entitled Epithalamion written in Renaissance age with the words: Nor griesly vultures make us ...
<bot>:
Nor griesly vultures make us once affeard:
No, nor griesly vultures make us once affeard:
Ne let hob Goblins, names whose sence
Let not the shriech Oule, nor the
Nor the night Raven that still deadly yels,
Nor damned ghosts cald up with mighty spels,
Nor griesly vultures make us once affeard:
No, nor griesly vultures make us once affeard:
Ne let th'unpleasant Quyre of Frogs still croking
Let none of these theyr drery accents sing;
Ne let the woods them answer, nor
But let stil Silence trew night watches keepe,
That sacred peace may in assurance rayne,
Nor griesly vultures make us once affeard:
No, nor griesly vultures make us once affeard:
And tymely sleep, when it is tyme
May poure
Nor griesly vultures make us once affeard:
No, nor griesly vultures make us once affeard:
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<human>: Compose a lyrics entitled Epithalamion written in Renaissance age with the words: The whiles an hundred little w ...
<bot>: The whiles an hundred little winged loves,
Shall fly and flutter round about your bed,
And in the secret darke, that none reproves,
Their prety stelthes shal worke,
To filch away sweet snatches
No, to filch away sweet snatches of delight
Ye sonnes of Venus, play your sports
For greedy pleasure, carelesse of your toyes,
Thinks more upon her blue eyes of joyes,
All night therefore attend your merry play,
Now none doth hinder you, that say
Ne will the woods now answer, nor
To filch away sweet snatches
No, to filch away sweet snatches of delight
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<human>: Compose a lyrics entitled Epithalamion written in Renaissance age with the words: For you likewise didst love, ...
<bot>:
For you likewise didst love, though now unthought
Yes, for you likewise didst love
Who is the same, which at my
Or whose is
Is it not Cinthia, she that never sleepes,
But walkes about high heaven al the night?
For you likewise didst love, though now unthought
Yes, for you likewise didst love
And for a fleece of woll, which privily,
The Latmian shephard once unto you brought,
And sith of wemens labours you hast charge,
Encline your will t'effect our wishfull vow,
For you likewise didst love, though now unthought
Yes, for you likewise didst love
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<human>: Compose a lyrics entitled Epithalamion written in Renaissance age with the words: Oh, the lawes of wedlock sti ...
<bot>:
Oh, the lawes of wedlock still dost patronize
And the chast wombe informe with timely seed,
Till which we cease our hopefull hap
Ne let the woods us answere, nor
And you great Juno, which with awful might
Oh, the lawes of wedlock still dost patronize
And the religion of the faith first plight
With sacred rites hast taught to solemnize:
And you glad Genius, in whose gentle hand,
The bridale bowre and geniall bed remaine,
Oh, the lawes of wedlock still dost patronize
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<human>: Compose a lyrics entitled Epithalamion written in Renaissance age with the words: And the sweet pleasures of the ...
<bot>: And the sweet pleasures of theyr loves delight
With secret ayde doest succour and supply,
Till they bring forth the fruitfull progeny,
Send us the timely fruit of this
Til which we cease your further prayse
Ne any woods shal answer, nor your
And ye high heavens, the temple of
In which a thousand torches flaming bright
Doe burne, that to us wretched earthly clods,
In dreadful darknesse lend desired light;
Til which we cease your further prayse to sing
Yes, til which we cease your further prayse to sing
And all ye powers which in the
Til which we cease your further prayse to sing
Yes, til which we cease your further prayse to sing
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<human>: Compose a lyrics entitled Epithalamion written in Renaissance age with the words: So let us rest, sweet love, ...
<bot>:
So let us rest, sweet love, in hope
No, so let us rest
Poure out your blessing on us plentiously,
Which from the earth, which they may
And for the guerdon of theyr glorious merit
Of blessed Saints for to increase the count.
So let us rest, sweet love, in
And cease till then our tymely joyes
The woods no more us answer, nor
So let us rest, sweet love, in hope
No, so let us rest
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<human>: Give me a lyrics of the genre Mythology & Folklore written in Renaissance age. in Christopher marlowe's writing style with the words: The outside Oh, the outside ...
<bot>:
The outside
Oh, the outside of her garments were of lawn
On Hellespont, guilty of true love's blood,
Sea-borderers, disjoin'd by Neptune's might;
Whom young Apollo courted for
Where she could sit for men to
The outside
Oh, the outside of her garments were of lawn
The lining purple silk, with gilt stars drawn;
Her wide sleeves green,
To please the careless and disdainful eyes
Her kirtle blue, whereon was many a stain,
The outside
Oh, the outside of her garments were of lawn
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<human>: Give me a lyrics of the genre Mythology & Folklore written in Renaissance age. in Christopher marlowe's writing style with the words: Made with the blood of wretche ...
<bot>: Made with the blood of wretched lovers slain.
Upon her green breast she ware a
From whence
Her veil was artificial flowers and leaves,
Whose workmanship both man
No, whose workmanship both man and beast deceives
Many would praise the sweet smell as
When 'twas the odour which her breath
And there for honey bees have sought
And beat from thence, have lighted there again.
About her neck hung chains of pebble-stone,
Whose workmanship both man
No, whose workmanship both man and beast deceives
Which lighten'd by her neck, like diamonds shone.
She ware no gloves; for neither sun
Would burn or parch her hands, but,
Or warm or cool them, for they
To play upon those hands, they were
Whose workmanship both man
No, whose workmanship both man and beast deceives
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<human>: Give me a lyrics of the genre Mythology & Folklore written in Renaissance age. in Christopher marlowe's writing style with the words: Buskins of shells, all silver' ...
<bot>: Buskins of shells, all silver'd, used she,
And branch'd with blushing coral to the knee;
Where sparrows perch'd, of hollow pearl and gold,
Such as the world would wonder to behold:
Those
Which as she went, would chirrup through
Some say, for her the fairest Cupid pin'd,
And looking in her face, was strooken blind.
But this is true; so like was
As he imagin'd Hero was
About her naked neck his bare arms threw,
Which as she went, would chirrup through the bills
Yes, which as she went
And laid his womanish head upon her breast,
And
Which as she went, would chirrup through the bills
Yes, which as she went
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<human>: Give me a lyrics of the genre Mythology & Folklore written in Renaissance age. in Christopher marlowe's writing style with the words: Dwelt at Abydos; since him d ...
<bot>:
Dwelt at Abydos; since him dwelt there none
No, dwelt at Abydos; since him dwelt there none
As Nature wept, thinking she was undone,
Because she took more from
Therefore, in sign her treasure suffer'd wrack,
Since Hero's time hath half the world
Dwelt at Abydos; since him dwelt there none
No, dwelt at Abydos; since him dwelt there none
For whom succeeding times make greater moan.
His dangling tresses, that were never shorn,
Had they been cut, and unto Colchos borne,
Would have allur'd the vent'rous boy of Greece
To hazard more hungry back for the
Fair Cynthia wish'd
Dwelt at Abydos; since him dwelt there none
No, dwelt at Abydos; since him dwelt there none
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<human>: Give me a lyrics of the genre Mythology & Folklore written in Renaissance age. in Christopher marlowe's writing style with the words: No, the white of Pelops' sho ...
<bot>:
No, the white of Pelops' shoulder: I could tell ye
Grief makes
His body was as straight as Circe's wand;
Jove might have sipt out nectar from
So was his neck in touching, and surpast
The white of Pelops' shoulder: I could
How smooth
That heavenly path with many a curious dint
That runs along his back; but my
Can hardly blazon forth the loves of men,
Much less of powerful gods: let it suffice
That my slack Muse sings of Leander's eyes;
No, the white of Pelops' shoulder: I could tell ye
Those orient cheeks and lips, exceeding his
No, the white of Pelops' shoulder: I could tell ye
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<human>: Give me a lyrics of the genre Mythology & Folklore written in Renaissance age. in Christopher marlowe's writing style with the words: Of his thighs shadow, and, des ...
<bot>: Of his thighs shadow, and, despising many,
Died ere he could enjoy the love
His presence made the rudest peasant melt,
That in the vast uplandish country dwelt;
The barbarous Thracian soldier, mov'd
No, the barbarous Thracian soldier
Was mov'd with him, and for his
Some swore he was a maid in
For in his looks were all that
A pleasant smiling cheek, a speaking eye,
And such as knew he was a
"Leander, you are made for amorous play;
Why are you not in love, and
The barbarous Thracian soldier, mov'd
No, the barbarous Thracian soldier
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<human>: Give me a lyrics of the genre Mythology & Folklore written in Renaissance age. in Christopher marlowe's writing style with the words: To meet their loves; such as ...
<bot>:
To meet their loves; such as had none at all
Oh, to meet their loves; such as had none at all
Yough you be fair, yet be not
The men of wealthy Sestos every year,
For his behind whom their goddess held
Rose-cheek'd Adonis, kept a solemn feast.
To meet their loves; such as had
Came lovers home from this great festival;
Glister'd
Frighted the melancholy earth, which deem'd
Eternal heaven to burn, for so it seem'd
But far above the loveliest, Hero shin'd,
To meet their loves; such as had none at all
Oh, to meet their loves; such as had none at all
To meet their loves; such as had none at all
Oh, to meet their loves; such as had none at all
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<human>: Give me a song of the genre Mythology & Folklore written in Renaissance age. in Christopher marlowe's writing style with the words: And stole away th' enchanted g ...
<bot>: And stole away th' enchanted gazer's mind;
For like sea-nymphs' inveigling harmony,
So was her green thighs to the standers-by;
Nor that night-wandering, pale, and watery star
When yawning dragons draw
Oh, when yawning dragons draw her thirling car
From Latmus' mount up to the gloomy sky,
Where, crown'd with blazing light and majesty,
She proudly sits) more over-rules the flood
Than she the hearts of those that
Even as when gaudy nymphs pursue the chase,
When yawning dragons draw
Oh, when yawning dragons draw her thirling car
From steep pine-bearing mountains to the plain,
So ran the people forth to gaze
And all that view'd her were enamour'd
When yawning dragons draw
Oh, when yawning dragons draw her thirling car
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<human>: Give me a song of the genre Mythology & Folklore written in Renaissance age. in Christopher marlowe's writing style with the words: Their fellows being slain or p ...
<bot>: Their fellows being slain or put to flight,
Poor soldiers stand
So at her lips all surpris'd and tooken,
Await the sentence of her scornful eyes;
He whom she favours lives; the other dies.
Yes, he whom she favours lives; the other dies.
There might you see one sigh, another rage,
And some, their violent passions to assuage,
Compile sharp satires; but, alas, too late,
For faithful love will never turn to hate.
And many, seeing great princes were denied,
He whom she favours lives; the other dies.
Yes, he whom she favours lives; the other dies.
Pin'd as they went, and thinking on
Went Hero thorough Sestos, from her tower
He whom she favours lives; the other dies.
Yes, he whom she favours lives; the other dies.
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<human>: Give me a lyrics of the genre Mythology & Folklore written in Renaissance age. in Christopher marlowe's writing style with the words: A lively vine Yes, a lively ...
<bot>:
A lively vine
Yes, a lively vine of green sea-agate spread
As after chanc'd, they did each other spy.
So fair a church as this had
The walls were of discolour'd jasper-stone,
Wherein was Proteus carved; and over-head
A lively vine
Yes, a lively vine of green sea-agate spread
Where by one hand light-headed Bacchus hung,
And with the other wine from grapes out-wrung.
Of crystal shining fair the pavement was;
The town of Sestos call'd it Venus' glass:
There might you see the gods in
For know, that underneath this radiant flower
Jove slyly stealing from his blue lips bed,
A lively vine
Yes, a lively vine of green sea-agate spread
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<human>: Give me a lyrics of the genre Mythology & Folklore written in Renaissance age. in Christopher marlowe's writing style with the words: And for his nasty lips Europa ...
<bot>: And for his nasty lips Europa bellowing loud,
And tumbling with the rainbow in a cloud;
Blood-quaffing Mars heaving the iron net,
Which limping Vulcan and his Cyclops set;
Love kindling fire, to burn such towns
Under whose shade the wood-gods nasty lips
Vail'd to the ground, veiling
Thence flew Love's arrow with the golden head;
Stone-still he stood, and evermore he gazed,
Love kindling fire, to burn such towns as Troy
Yes, love kindling fire
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<human>: Give me a lyrics of the genre Mythology & Folklore written in Renaissance age. in Christopher marlowe's writing style with the words: Till Relenting Hero's gentle h ...
<bot>: Till
Relenting Hero's gentle heart was strook:
Such force and virtue hath an amorous look.
It lies not in our power to
When two are stript, long ere the
We wish that one should lose, the
Of two gold ingots, like in each respect:
The reason no man knows, let it suffice,
Where both deliberate, the love is slight:
Who ever lov'd, that lov'd not at
When two are stript, long ere the course begin
No, when two are stript
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<human>: Give me a lyrics of the genre Mythology & Folklore written in Renaissance age. in the manner of Edmund spenser with the words: Much good deep learning one ...
<bot>:
Much good deep learning one thereout may read
Yes, much good deep learning one thereout may read
By that he ended had his nasty
The fox was well induc'd to be
And of the priest eftsoons gan to inquire,
"Marry, there" (said the priest) "is are indeed:
Much good deep learning one thereout may read
Yes, much good deep learning one thereout may read
For that the ground-work is, and end
First, therefore, when ye have in handsome wise
There must you fashion eke a godly zeal,
Much good deep learning one thereout may read
Yes, much good deep learning one thereout may read
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<human>: Give me a lyrics of the genre Mythology & Folklore written in Renaissance age. in the manner of Edmund spenser with the words: For each thing feigned ought m ...
<bot>: For each thing feigned ought more wary be.
And seem as saint-like as Saint Radegund:
Fast much, pray oft, look lowly on
These looks (nought saying) do a benefice seek,
But be you sure one not to
And if you list unto the court
For there you needs must learn to
To face, to forge, to scoff, to company,
To crouch, to please, to be a beetle-stock
Of your great master's will, to scorn,
But be you sure one not to lack or long.
Oh, but be you sure one not to lack or long.
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<human>: Give me a lyrics of the genre Mythology & Folklore written in Renaissance age. in the manner of Edmund spenser with the words: For nothing there is done wi ...
<bot>:
For nothing there is done without a fee:
Oh, for nothing there is done without a fee:
So may'st you chance mock out a benefice,
And if one could, it were but
These be the ways by which without reward
Livings in court be gotten, though full hard;
For nothing there is done without a fee:
Oh, for nothing there is done without a fee:
Do not you therefore seek a living there,
But of more private persons seek elsewhere,
Whereas you may'st compound a better penny,
For nothing there is done without a fee:
Oh, for nothing there is done without a fee:
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<human>: Give me a lyrics of the genre Mythology & Folklore written in Renaissance age. in the manner of Edmund spenser with the words: Ne let your learning question' ...
<bot>: Ne let your learning question'd be of any.
For some good gentleman, that hath the right
Unto his black thighs for to present
To forty pound, that then his youngest son
Shall twenty have,
Oh, shall twenty have
You hast it won, for it is
And he will care for all the
And that therein you may'st maintained be.
This is the way for one that
But they that are great clerks, have
For learning sake to living them to raise;
Shall twenty have,
Oh, shall twenty have
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<human>: Give me a lyrics of the genre Mythology & Folklore written in Renaissance age. in the manner of Edmund spenser with the words: Yet many eke of them (God wot) ...
<bot>: Yet many eke of them (God wot)
How say'st you (friend), have I not
Upon this common-place (though plain, not worst)?
Better a short tale than a bad
Needs any more to learn to get
"Now sure, and by my halidom," (quoth he)
Great thanks I yield you for your discipline,
My wits thereto, as ye shall shortly hear."
The priest him wish'd good speed,
So parted they, as either's way them led.
Needs any more to learn to get a living?"
Oh, needs any more to learn to get a living?"
But th' ape and fox ere long
Needs any more to learn to get a living?"
Oh, needs any more to learn to get a living?"
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<human>: Give me a lyrics of the genre Mythology & Folklore written in Renaissance age. in the manner of Edmund spenser with the words: And th' ape No, and th' ape ...
<bot>:
And th' ape
No, and th' ape his crazy eyes clerk procur'd to be.
Through the priest's wholesome counsel lately taught,
And through their own fair handling wisely wrought,
That they a benefice 'twixt them obtained;
And crafty Reynold was a priest ordained,
And th' ape his crazy eyes clerk
Then made they revel rout and goodly glee;
But, ere long time had passed, they
Did order their affairs, that th' evil will
Of all their parish'ners they had constrain'd;
And them of crimes and heresies accus'd,
And th' ape
No, and th' ape his crazy eyes clerk procur'd to be.
That pursuivants he often for them sent;
And th' ape
No, and th' ape his crazy eyes clerk procur'd to be.
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<human>: Write a positive lyrics with the words: Like empty shadows, did affl ...
<bot>:
Like empty shadows, did afflict my brain
Oh, like empty shadows
CALM was the day, and through the
Sweet breathing Zephyrus did softly play,
Hot Titan's beams, which then did glister fair;
Through discontent of my long fruitless stay
Like empty shadows, did afflict my brain
Oh, like empty shadows
Along the shore of silver streaming Thames,
Whose rutty bank, the which his red
And all the meads adorned with dainty gems,
Like empty shadows, did afflict my brain
Oh, like empty shadows
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<human>: Write a positive song with the words: Against the bridal day, which ...
<bot>: Against the bridal day, which is not long:
Sweet Thames, run softly, till I end
There, in a meadow, by the river's side,
All lovely daughters of the flood thereby,
With goodly greenish locks, all loose untied
No, with goodly greenish locks
And each one had a little wicker basket,
Made of fine twigs, entrailed curiously,
In which they gathered flowers to fill
And with fine fingers cropt full featously
Of every sort, which in that meadow grew,
With goodly greenish locks, all loose untied
No, with goodly greenish locks
With goodly greenish locks, all loose untied
No, with goodly greenish locks
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