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[XIIII. O my louing sweet hart, leaue of thy madnesse]
O my louing sweet hart, leaue of thy madnesse, How can my wounded hart to liue be able, That without your feruent loue, Alas, what griefe and sadnesse, what griefe and sadnesse, In my torments doe make mee miserable, which from mine eies doe wring such teares & grones, That vnto pittie moue, the hard rocks and stones, hard rocks & stones, rocks and stones, the hard rocks, the hard rocks and stones.
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