John Lyly quotes

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Hark, hark, with what a pretty throat
Poor robin-redbreast tunes his note;
Cupid and my Campaspe played
At cards for kisses,
What bird so sings, yet so does wail?
O, 'tis the ravished nightingale!
A clear conscience is a sure card.
The sun shineth upon the dunghill, and is not corrupted.
When Pan sounds up his minstrelsy;
His minstrelsy! O base! This quill,
Pan's Syrinx was a girl indeed,
Though now she's turned into a reed;
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