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[In vayne, myne eyes yow Laboure to amend]

In vayne, myne eyes yow Laboure to amend,
With flowing Teares youre fainte of Hasty sighte?
Synce to my harte her shape yow so did sende,
That her I see, though yow did lose youre sighte.
In vayne my harte, now yow wth sighte are burnde
With sighes yow seeke to coole youre whott desyer;
Synce sighes into myne inwarde furnace turnde,
For Bellowes serve to kindell more the fyer.
Reason, in vayne, now yow have lost my harte,
My heade yow seeke, as to youre strongest forte:
Synce there myne eyes have playde so false a parte,
That to youre strengthe youre foes have suche resorte?
And since in vayne (I fynde) were all my stryfe,
To this straunge deathe I vaynely yeelde my lyfe.