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Then shoulde I never cease by songs and sonnets still With my to just conceaved regraits the earthe and aire to fill 5 My cairfull cries and grones shoulde make the rockes rebounde The mountains rive and all the earth with Echoes to resounde
Not Orpheus l charming notes for his departed wife Nor raging Roland for his love that ledd so madd a life No not the world in one compared should never be 10 Unto the mone that I shoulde make, suche passions martyrs me
But what may 2 that availe except for to renewe My olde and deeplie rooted griefs that els to gladly grewe To rankle up the sore that lurkes into my hart And as a cancer make it spreade abroade in everie part. 15 What wrathe have all the Gods conceaved at me allace That makes me love where hatred dwells, and pittie hath no place
if she were bot faire, or if she were bot false Bot faire and false torments me thus and holdes me by the halse
If beautie as it ought with bountie coupled ware 20 Then suirlie she wolde pittie take on my consuming caire Or if she wear but 3 false and lacking Venus grace Then woulde I not have been abused by her enchanting face Thus am I tortured still, I mourne without remeade My languour lackes one 4 graine of houpe to mixe with daylie dreade
[25 My teares getts no regarde, my sighs can have no eare And in one houre is quite forgott my service manie a yeare What houpe can rest behinde, what may I looke for then Bot be a butt to heavenlie plagues, a monstre amongs men My state can never change my griefs are bot begunne 30 Thus casten is my luckles lott that woefull weirds have spunne
1 Orig., with deleted after Orpheus. * Rait, had bene.
1 Orig., Rait, can. * Orig., Rait, a.
