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[IX. Alas, what hope of speeding, wher hope beguild lies bleeding]

Alas, what hope of speeding,
wher hope beguild lies bleeding;
She bad come, when she spide mee:
And when I came she flide mee,
Thus when I was beguiled,
She at my sighing smiled.
But if you take such pleasure,
Of hope & ioy, my treasure,
By deceipt to bereaue me,
Loue mee and so deceiue mee.