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[XI. Aye me, when to the Ayre I breath my playning]

Aye me, when to the Ayre I breath my playning,
to merry fountaines my disdayning,
When to rude rockes and pleasant groues,
I tell all my vnhappy loues,
They heare me, whilst I thus condole,
But with their Ecco, call me foole.