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Welcome to Hyperion Records, an independent British classical label devoted to presenting high-quality recordings of music of all styles and from all periods from the twelfth century to the twenty-first.
Hyperion offers both CDs, and downloads in a number of formats. The site is also available in several languages.
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Celemene, pray tell me Celemene, When those pretty eyes I see; When my heart beats in my breast, Why it will not let me rest? Why this trembling too all o’er, Pains I never felt before. And when thus I touch your hand, Why I wish I was a man? How should I know more than you? Yet would be a woman too, When you wash yourself and play, I methinks could look all day. Nay just now I’m pleas’d so well, Should you kiss me I won’t tell.
Tho’ I could do that all day, And desire no better play; Sure in Love’s there’s something more, Which makes Mamma so big before. Once by chance I heard it named; Don’t ask what, for I’m ashamed. Stay but till you’re past fifteen, Then you’ll know what ’tis I mean. However lose not present bliss; But now we’re alone let’s kiss. My breasts do so heave. My heart does so pant. There’s something more we want.