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Oh heauie hart dismaid,

To the tune of Damon & pythias


oh stomacke stuft with paine,
Oh woful wight, oh cursed wretch,
why shouldst thou not complaine?
Art thou in pleasant state,
or hast thou cause to ioy?
No no, thy fates are frounst in feares,
come death and ridde my ceasles anoy,
Oh cruel carelesse wretch,
doest thou deserue thy life,
Since thou thy gentle brothers breast
hast pearst with cursed knife?
VVhat meanest thou to liue?


and wilt thou life enioy?
No no, thy fates are frounst in feares,
come death and ridde my ceasles anoy
You fatal sisters all,
you twisters teare my threede,
VVith fatall knife my fatal knott
to share in hast proceede.
For I vnhappie wretch
am cleane exilde from ioy,
And liue in woes, in griefes, and feares,
come death and ridde my ceasles anoy