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XVII. [Wheare art thow, echo, who suld my planctus heare.]

Wheare art thow, echo, who suld my planctus heare?
que faict madonna, when I theme despley?
whilst I spend lyfe, will shee not lend a teare?
from eare to hart it is no distant way.
how can shee honour me in mortis fluctu?
per quod will shee resound to men my losss?
an with cordoglio, an cum eructu?
shees gentle, and kyndnes kieps her Νυσιμος[?].
Vale! sad echo, thou maks this tempus grave,
bot shal these words come to her conclaue.