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[XII. Soden passions, with strange & rare tormenting]
Soden passions, with strange & rare tormenting, Increaseth griefe, & more, it breeds my sorrow, The cause increast, doth bleare mine eyes with weeping, And daunts my thoughts from euen vntill the morrow, In this vnrestfull paine, long must I languish, long must I languish, Till death draw neere to rid my hart frō anguish. Till death draw neere to rid my hart from anguish.
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