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[V. Loe Ladies where my loue comes]
Loe Ladies where my loue comes, all clad in greene and youthfully she shows it, Harts griefe none feeles, but shee that soundly knowes it, My hart will break in sunder, And daunt my sences, more then boults of Thunder, Rest sweetly, in his keeping, which causeth me to wake when he lies sleeping. Rest sweetly, in his keeping, which causeth mee to wake when hee lyes sleeping.
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