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Son. 66.

[Go get thee heart from hence]

B.
Go get thee heart from hence, for thou hast prou'd
The hatefull traitor that procur'd my fall.

H.
May I not yet once satisfie for all,
Whose loyaltie may make thee to be lou'd?

B.
Ile neuer trust one that hath once betraid me:
For once a traitor, and then neuer true.

H.
Yet would my wracke but make thee first to rue,
That could trust none if thou hadst once dismaid me.

B.
How euer others make me for to smart,
I scorne to haue an enemie in my brest.

H.
Well, if that thou spoile me, Ile spoile thy rest,
Want I a bodie, thou shalt want a heart:
Thus do th'vnhappie still augment their harmes,
And thou hast kild thy selfe with thine owne armes.