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Though for good-will I find but hate, And Cruelty my life to waste,
And though that ftill a wretched ftate, Should pine my days unto the last, Yet I profefs it willingly,
To ferve and fuffer patiently.
There is no grief, no smart, no woe, That yet I feel, or after shall,
That from this mind may make me go;
I do profefs it willingly,
My Lute awake, perform the last
The rocks do not fo cruelly
Proud of the spoil which thou haft got Of fimple Hearts through Love's shot,
By whom (unkind!) thou haft them won Think not he hath his bow forgot, Although my lute and I have done.
Vengeance shall fall on thy difdain
May chance thee lie withered and old
And then may chance thee to repent The time that thou haft loft and fspent, To cause thy Lover's figh and swoon; Then fhalt thou know beauty but lent, And wish and want as I have done,
Now ceafe my lute: this is the last
ADIEU defert, how art thou fpent!
As eafy 'tis the ftony rock
From place to place for to remove,
Thus may'ft thou fafely fay and fwear
Alas poor heart, thus haft thou spent
And when thou seek'ft a quiet part
Thou doft but weigh against the Wind; For where thou gladdeft wouldft refort There is no place for thee affign'd; Thy deftiny hath fet it fo
That thy true heart should cause thy woe.
GIVE place, ye Ladies, and be gone,
The virtue of her lively looks
I wish to have none other books
In each of her two crystal eyes
It would you all in heart fuffice
I think Nature hath loft the mould
Where the her shape did take;
Or elfe I doubt if Nature could
So fair a creature make.
She may be well compared
Unto the Phenix kind,
Whofe like was never feen or heard,
That any man can find.
In life fhe is Diana chafte,
In truth Penelope,
In word and eke in deed ftedfaft,
More ruddier too than doth the rose
At Bacchus' feaft none fhall her meet,
Nor gazing in an open street,
The modeft mirth that she doth use,
O Lord, it is a world to fee
Whom Nature made fo fair.
As doth the Gilly-flow'r a weed,
How might I do to get a graff
When death doth what he can Her honeft fame fhall ever live
Within the mouth of man.