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If music and sweet poetry agree, As they must needs (the sister and the brother), Then must the love be great 'twixt thee and me, Because thou lov'st the one, and I the other. Dowland to thee is dear, whose heavenly touch Upon the lute doth ravish human sense; Spenser to me, whose deep conceit is such As, pa**ing all conceit, needs no defence. Thou lov'st to hear the sweet melodious sound That Phœbus' lute (the queen of music makes; And I in deep delight am chiefly drowned Whenas himself to singing he betakes. One god is god of both (as poets feign), One knight loves both, and both in thee remain.