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Song.
I that
am of all most crost,
Hauing, and that had haue lost,
May with reason thus complaine,
Since loue breeds loue, and Loues paine.
Hauing, and that had haue lost,
May with reason thus complaine,
Since loue breeds loue, and Loues paine.
That which I did most desire,
To allay my louing fire,
I may haue, yet now must misse,
Since another Ruler is.
To allay my louing fire,
I may haue, yet now must misse,
Since another Ruler is.
Would that I no Ruler had,
Or the seruice not so bad,
Then might I with blisse enioy
That which now my hopes destroy.
Or the seruice not so bad,
Then might I with blisse enioy
That which now my hopes destroy.
And that wicked pleasure got,
Brings with it the sweetest lot:
I that must not taste the best,
Fed, must starue, and restlesse rest.
Brings with it the sweetest lot:
I that must not taste the best,
Fed, must starue, and restlesse rest.
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