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CLIX
[Pas fourthe, my wountyd cries]
Pas fourthe, my wountyd cries,
Thos cruel eares to pearce,
Whyche in most hatful wyse
Dothe styll my playntes reuers.
Doo you, my tears, also
So weet hir bareyn hart,
That pite ther may gro
And cruelty depart.
Thos cruel eares to pearce,
Whyche in most hatful wyse
Dothe styll my playntes reuers.
Doo you, my tears, also
So weet hir bareyn hart,
That pite ther may gro
And cruelty depart.
For thoughe hard roks amonge
She semis to haue beyn bred,
And wythe tygers ful Longe
Ben norysshed and fed;
Yet shall that natuer change,
Yff pyte wons wyn place,
Whome as ounknown and strange
She nowe away dothe chase.
She semis to haue beyn bred,
And wythe tygers ful Longe
Ben norysshed and fed;
Yet shall that natuer change,
Yff pyte wons wyn place,
Whome as ounknown and strange
She nowe away dothe chase.
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And as the water soufte,
Wytheout forsinge of strength,
Wher that it fallythe oft,
Hard stonnes dothe perce at Lengthe,
So in hyr stony hart
My playntes at Lengthe shall grave,
And, rygor set apart,
Cawse hir graunt that I craue.
Wytheout forsinge of strength,
Wher that it fallythe oft,
Hard stonnes dothe perce at Lengthe,
So in hyr stony hart
My playntes at Lengthe shall grave,
And, rygor set apart,
Cawse hir graunt that I craue.
Wherfor, my pleyntes, present
Styl so to hyr my sut,
As it, through hir assent,
May brynge to me some frut;
And as she shall me proue,
So byd hir me regard,
And render Loue for Loue:
Wyche is my iust reward.
Styl so to hyr my sut,
As it, through hir assent,
May brynge to me some frut;
And as she shall me proue,
So byd hir me regard,
And render Loue for Loue:
Wyche is my iust reward.
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