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If I were giuen to mirth, 'twould be more crosse,
Thus to be robbed of my chiesest ioy:
But silently I beare my greatest losse;
Who's vs'd to sorrow, griefe will not destroy.
Thus to be robbed of my chiesest ioy:
But silently I beare my greatest losse;
Who's vs'd to sorrow, griefe will not destroy.
Nor can I as those pleasant wits inioy
My owne fram'd wordes which I account the drosse
Of purer thoughts, or reckon them as mosse;
While they (wit-sick) themselues to breath imploy.
My owne fram'd wordes which I account the drosse
Of purer thoughts, or reckon them as mosse;
While they (wit-sick) themselues to breath imploy.
Alas, thinke I, your plenty shewes your want;
For where most feeling is wordes are more scant;
Yet pardon me, liue and your pleasure take.
For where most feeling is wordes are more scant;
Yet pardon me, liue and your pleasure take.
Grudge not if I (neglected) enuy show,
'Tis not to you that I dislike doe owe;
But (crost my selfe) wish some like me to make.
'Tis not to you that I dislike doe owe;
But (crost my selfe) wish some like me to make.
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