Canto.
Alto.
C.
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C.
A.   
C.
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Chorus.

Foe of mankind why murderest thou my loue ?
Forbeare he liues.
Oh where? 
In heau'n aboue.
Poore wretched life that onelie liues in name. 
Man is not flesh, but soule, all life is fame:
That is true fame which liuing men enioy.
That is true life, which death cannot destroy.
Liue euer through thy merited renowne,
Faire spirite shining in thy starry crowne.