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O thou fayre siluer Thames O cleerest chrystall flood	A
Beta alone the Phenix is of all thy watery brood	B
The Queene of Virgins onely she	C
And thou the Queene of floods shalt be	C
Let all thy Nymphes be ioyfull then to see this happy day	D
Thy Beta now alone shalbe the subiect of my laye	D
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With daintie and delightsome straines of sweetest virelayes	E
Come louely shepheards sit we down and chant our Betas prayse	E
And let vs sing so rare a verse	E
Our Betas prayses to rehearse	E
That little Birds shall silent be to heare poore shepheards sing	F
And riuers backward bend their course and flow vnto the spring	F
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Range all thy swannes faire Thames together on a rancke	F
And place them duely one by one vpon thy stately banck	F
Then set together all agood	D
Recording to the siluer flood	D
And craue the tunefull Nightingale to helpe you with her lay	D
The Osel and the Throstlecocke chiefe musicke of our maye	D
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O see what troups of Nimphs been sporting on the strands	E
And they been blessed Nimphs of peace with Oliues in their hands	E
How meryly the Muses sing	F
That all the flowry Medowes ring	F
And Beta sits vpon the banck in purple and in pall	G
And she the Queene of Muses is and weares the Corinall	G
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Trim vp her Golden tresses with Apollos sacred tree	C
O happy sight vnto all those that loue and honor thee	C
The Blessed Angels haue prepar'd	D
A glorious Crowne for thy reward	D
Not such a golden Crowne as haughty C sar weares	E
But such a glittering starry Crowne as Ariadne beares	E
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Make her a goodly Chapilet of azur'd Colombine	H
And wreath about her Coronet with sweetest Eglentine	H
Bedeck our Beta all with Lillies	E
And the dayntie Daffadillies	E
With Roses damask white and red and fairest flower delice	E
With Cowslips of Jerusalem and cloues of Paradice	E
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O thou fayre torch of heauen the days most dearest light	D
And thou bright shyning Cinthya the glory of the night	D
You starres the eyes of heauen	H
And thou the glyding leuen	H
And thou O gorgeous Iris with all strange Colours dyd	D
When she streams foorth her rayes then dasht is all your pride	D
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See how the day stands still admiring of her face	E
And time loe stretcheth foorth her armes thy Beta to imbrace	E
The Syrens sing sweete layes	E
The Trytons sound her prayse	E
Goe passe on Thames and hie thee fast vnto the Ocean sea	E
And let thy billowes there proclaime thy Betas holy day	D
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And water thou the blessed roote of that greene Oliue tree	E
With whose sweete shadow al thy bancks with peace preserued be	E
Lawrell for Poets and Conquerours	E
And mirtle for Loues Paramours	E
That fame may be thy fruit the boughes preseru'd by peace	E
And let the mournful Cipres die now stormes and tempest cease	E
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Wee'l straw the shore with pearle where Beta walks alone	H
And we wil paue her princely Bower with richest Indian stone	H
Perfume the ayre and make it sweete	D
For such a Goddesse it is meete	D
For if her eyes for purity contend with Titans light	D
No maruaile then although they so doe dazell humaine sight	D
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Sound out your trumpets then from London's stately towres	E
To beate the stormie windes a back and calme the raging showres	E
Set too the Cornet and the flute	D
The Orpharyon and the Lute	D
And tune the Taber and the Pipe to the sweet violons	E
And moue the thunder in the ayre with lowdest Clarions	E
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Beta long may thine Altars smoke with yeerely sacrifice	E
And long thy sacred Temples may their Saboths solemnize	E
Thy shepheards watch by day and night	D
Thy Mayds attend the holy light	D
And thy large empyre stretch her armes from east vnto the west	D
And thou vnder thy feet mayst tread that foule seuen headed beast	D

Michael Drayton

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