[XIIII. I Loue alas, alas, yet am not loued]
I loue alas, alas, yet am not loued
I loue alas, alas, yet am not loued, alas, alas, yet am not
loued, For cruell she, to pitty, is not
moued: My constant loue with scorne she ill rewardeth, onely my sighs a little
she regardeth, onely my sighs a little little shee regardeth, Yet more and
more the quenchlesse fire increaseth, yet more and more the quenchlesse fire increaseth,
which to my greater torment neuer ceaseth. neuer ceaseth.
yet more and more, the quenchlesse fire increaseth, which to my greater torment neuer ceaseth.
