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ODE 3.
[Vpon an holy Saintes eue]
Vpon an holy Saintes eue
(As I tooke my pilgrimadge)
Wandring through the forrest warye
(Blest be that holy sainte)
I mette the louely Virgine Marye
And kneeled with long trauell fainte
Performing my dew homage,
My teares fore told mine hart did greeue
Yet Mary would not me releeue.
(As I tooke my pilgrimadge)
Wandring through the forrest warye
(Blest be that holy sainte)
I mette the louely Virgine Marye
And kneeled with long trauell fainte
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My teares fore told mine hart did greeue
Yet Mary would not me releeue.
Her I did promise euery yeare,
The firstling fœmale of my flocke
That in my loue she would me furder:
I curst the dayes of my first loue,
My comfortes spoiles, my pleasures murther:
She, she alas did me reproue,
My suites (as to a stonie rocke)
Were made, for she would not giue eare.
Ah loue, deare loue, loue bought to deare!
The firstling fœmale of my flocke
That in my loue she would me furder:
I curst the dayes of my first loue,
My comfortes spoiles, my pleasures murther:
She, she alas did me reproue,
My suites (as to a stonie rocke)
Were made, for she would not giue eare.
Ah loue, deare loue, loue bought to deare!
Mary, my sainte chast, and milde
Pittie, ah pittie my suite;
Thou art a virgine, pittie mee:
Shine eyes, though pittie wanting.
That she by them my greefe may see
And looke on mine hart panting:
But her deafe eares, and tonge mute
Shewes her hard hart vnreconcil'de,
Hard hart, from all remorse exil'de.
Pittie, ah pittie my suite;
Thou art a virgine, pittie mee:
Shine eyes, though pittie wanting.
That she by them my greefe may see
And looke on mine hart panting:
But her deafe eares, and tonge mute
Shewes her hard hart vnreconcil'de,
Hard hart, from all remorse exil'de.
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