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When to her lute Corinna sings Her voice revives the leaden strings
And doth on highest note appeare As any challeng'd echo cleare
But when she doth of mourning speake Ev'n with her sighs the strings do breake
And as her lute doth live or die Led by her passion so must I
For when of pleasure she doth sing My thoughts enjoy a sudden spring
But if she doth of sorrow speake Ev'n from my hart the strings do breake
