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VII. When I lament, my light a loue she smileth.

When I lament, lament

When I lament, lament, When I lament, my light a loue she smileth, she smileth, Yet must I loue, though she my loue disdaineth, For such is loue, And so the heart beguileth, That tis most sweet, when most the heart, when most the heart it payneth.