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Complaint that his ladie after she knew of his loue kept her face alway hidden from him.
I neuer sawe my Ladye laye apartHer cornet blacke, in colde nor yet in heate,
Sith first she knew my griefe was growen so great,
That to my selfe I do the thought reserue,
The which vnwares did wounde my wofull brest:
But on her face mine eyes mought neuer rest,
Yet, sins she knew I did her loue and serue
Her golden tresses cladde alway with blacke,
Her smilyng lokes that hid thus euermore,
And that restraines whiche I desire so sore.
So dothe this cornet gouerne me alacke:
In somer, sunne: in winters breath, a frost:
Wherby the light of her faire lokes I lost.
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